My tentacles do the thinking, I'm just the ideas guy
The older I get the more I notice how much human logic runs on vibes rather than actual logic. I mean this with both positive and negative connotations. I've grown to appreciate how my thoughts work, how I make decisions, and how different it is from a computer's logic gates.
Obviously I'd rather have Remem™ and be able to ask an AI search algorithm to find that memory I have from six years ago and play a recording, but since that tech doesn't exist and I don't have a neural lace embedded in my brain, I'm willing to appreciate when my squishy meatspace parts work well. Reading books like Children of Ruin has infected my brain and now I constantly think of how evolution, in all its blind wisdom, created a crappy computer out of meat that can invent calculus or nuclear bombs.
I play a lot of factory games. Well I only play the main two factory games, but I play in them a lot. At the moment, I'm also in forums for them on a daily basis for general discussion, to improve my own factories, and to help others. It's funny how often someone asks a question hoping for a concrete answer, and all I can give them is a subjective response. I plan the logistics of my factory by vibes. When I use a calculator/production planner tool, the size and complexity of the graph either sparks joy or produces anxiety. When it produces anxiety, I simplify it by importing products from a separate factory. For any individual factory structure, my factory complexity is limited by how much I can hold in my head.
Similarly, twitchy FPS or cozy factory games alike, playing any game is done mostly by my hands and not my head. Muscle memory combines with unintuitive controls to make doing something thoughtless, and if someone asked what key or button does what, I may not even be able to answer. Mild spoilers for Children of Ruin, but this is a simplified version of how the octopodes work. Their tentacles are doing calculations that their conscious brains are unaware of. While their tentacles are perfect logic computers doing heavy math, their conscious selves are free to be artists and architects.
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, I've craved the full transhumanist cyberbrain. But when I'm being creative, I'm happy like one of the octopodes, making artistic design decisions based on intuition built over time, now abstracted away from my conscious thoughts. Perhaps this is a better definition of personal wisdom vs intelligence.