Based on a quick scan of the global evidence, perhaps we can agree that the human brain isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. So we’ll begin there, in the humility of that.
There are two worlds: the outer world of time and activity; and the internal world, formless and still. Intelligence is domiciled in one of these worlds, wisdom in the other. Sometimes they’re together.
I will hazard that Socrates was better understood by his contemporaries than he is by us. Consider this depth charge: “True wisdom comes to each of us when we realize how little we understand about life, ourselves, and the world around us.”
What Buddhists call the joy of being is awareness without thought. Consciousness, after all, has no thought process. It doesn’t judge, analyze, interpret or think things through.
“His days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind passes over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.”