A core part of how I think about the world is that most of our beliefs about our own minds and thought are useful but wildly imperfect folk theories and heuristics that get at reality about as much as saying "the rock wants to move toward the ground." I'm always really shocked when people imply that our own accounts of the specialness of our minds and what they can do are so reliable that they should override any debate. The mind seems remarkably opaque when you actually start poking at it.