Indeed.
We may like to believe that "humankind" is something special.
But we just don't know that.
We don't know whether the elephant appreciates what he is doing.
We also do not know whether he likes to think that elephantkind is something special.
Art is, i'm sure, not about being something special.
It is about the non-trivial, perhaps. But not about being non-trivial.
It exists because we are so stupid that we can't get our fingers behind lots of things, so that everytime we think we can get a grasp of something, we rejoice in the possibility, communicate it to all humankind, and call that (that communication) art. Everyone receiving that message will join in the 'rejoiceing', but only if he or she also is trying to get a grasp of that same thing (which is a given when both the sender and receiver of the message is the artist himself.)
The Big Feeling, the pathos if you will, associated with art is the reverse of our frustration with not being able to understand what we are, who we are, what the world is, what we should be doing, etc.
In short, it is smug contentment.

Some people call that aesthetics. Same thing.
(It's short lived, by the way. The feeling does not last, though it lingers a bit longer than our belief that we have solved something we were struggling with itself.)
And that being as it is, anyone is forgiven for being content to be a human being and not an elephant. It's not justified. But it's art...
