I'm not sure I agree it's necessarily false, but it's often cheap and easy and fruitless.
Whenever I get feeling snippy with my species, like, why aren't we all innovators like Dante or Gertrude Stein? it helps me to remember just how insanely complex being conscious is.
It helps me to remember:
“We live in strange times.--Extract from the fictional book Practical Parenting in a Fractally Demented Universe in the real book Mostly Harmless, by Douglas Adams
“We also live in strange places: each in a universe of our own. The people with whom we populate our universes are the shadows of whole other universes intersecting with our own. Being able to glance out into this bewildering complexity of infinite recursion and say things like, ‘Oh, hi, Ed! Nice tan. How’s Carol?’ involves a great deal of filtering skill for which all conscious entities have eventually to develop a capacity in order to protect themselves from the contemplation of the chaos through which they seethe and tumble.
So give your kid a break, okay?”