Know what's weird?

Lately, I've had some kind of switch flipped once a day or so, a switch that made me realize how absurd it is to be human. I mean, talking? What's the deal with that? Writing? Cooking and living in houses and forming communities and needing money and voting? We are strange. It makes no sense whatsoever. The world would be perfectly fine with jellyfish and pine trees and wooly mammoths and everything but us. And here we are, finding meaning in every little crevice.