If the rest of your brain were conscious, it would probably regard you as the pointy-haired boss from Dilbert

We are not thinking machines.

Radar is too long in the tooth for fine detail.

Brains are survival engines, not truth detectors.

But when the flash flood crosses your path, when the lion leaps at you from the grasses, advanced self-awareness is an unaffordable indulgence. The brain stem does its best.

I am the bridge between the bleeding edge and the dead center. I stand between the Wizard of Oz and the man behind the curtain. I am the curtain.

Property damage is so much easier to live with than murder.