For all things man was born to do he refuses to lift a single finger. All is nothing to him but his own creation. I wasn't born to post SNCA or reason or 9-to-5 nor study, but as much as I've despised the drivel, they are more appealing than what I was born for.
The lizard eats throughout the day the insects passing by his shade. He's lazy, useless, stupid, but break a twig and the snap makes him run faster than I can follow, maybe only when something other startles me. This is the natural condition of animals, mindless, moronic, and faster, more accurate than anything conscious.
Sometime it will become advantageous for the lizard to reason, when it encounters novelty and cannot rely on instinct. Sometime the lizard may prefer thinking, novelty, and instinct becomes a nuisance to him, a temporary hijacking by the nervous system, reason losing all control, but left with all the rationalization and responsibility.
The lizard may one day reason all life is precious, but consume a passing bug all the same, then have to either deceive himself and reconcile the transgression or undergo penance. Of course this is uncomfortable, rather avoided, far less favorable than the novelty, and if there is none to distract him, the lizard will create it for himself, a delusion.
Actuality and efficiency were never the intention of his creations, just accidental. All just to keep the animal inside him at bay.
Ironically enough, the instinct is more intelligent, even more logical than the prideful conscious. If catching a ball was left to the conscious, it would need physics, a pen, paper, and a calculator, whereas normally, one moves to catch it automatically. But just because the calculation isn't narrated, transparent, does not mean it is absent. This extends beyond motor functions into the Aha-erlebenis, experiencing an answer instantly, no calculation required.
Compare this to experiencing the delusions of average man's reason as a stranger, his 'hopes' for the future, his 'judge' of character or his 'life story', and you'd feel as if having fallen through the looking-glass. This becomes more apparent in the writings and thoughts of a schizophrenic, where, contrary to popular belief, reason isn't absent, but instinct is. Is our daily life all that different, or are we all just high-functioning schizophrenics?
The difference between "reasonable" and schizophrenic consciousness becomes smaller still when we are surrounded by artifice. Think about just how different your surroundings are to even a relatively recent ancestor, alien modern cars, skyscrapers and asphalt roads stretching for miles, can instinct really survive in a padded cell? Not only are these manufactured as opposed to natural environments, their creators each had a delusion for what the creation would be, for what it could do, and you breathe the delusions of madmen like air, when in no sanatorium built by patients you could possibly get better.
This houses the meatgrinder of "public opinion" where schizophrenics go to die and their delusions grow immortal, which then builds the nonsense into reality. Worst of all is that most "normal" people at some level may recognize ideals for what they truly are, but root for them regardless. Even conservatives are adamant defenders of societal values, and think no further about who made them and what the horrible end is; ragnarok. Unless by some miracle the ideal is pulled to earth, Apollo 11, no, even if it is, society accelerates into turbulence until resonating apart into a million pieces too small to put back together. Ad infinitum.