Consciousness and thought are so closely connected while yet not identical that it is easy to see the former as a kind of formless sentience that contingently underlies the focal intentionality of the latter. It is a sort of genetic picture in which mind is the developmental successor of a pure feeling without distinctions, not so much oceanic as a sort of fog, and intentionality is correspondingly modeled on perception, as of forms emerging out of fog. In fact things are the opposite way around. Consciousness is pure clarity, an illumination of its object while it is thought and intentionality that are foggy. The price of doing something with mind, of its utility, is this inescapable lack of clarity. What you see in the eyes of an infant is an extraordinary sense of wonder born of unsullied clarity, while it is discursive and 'creative' mind that is "sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought". Its need to prove itself by adding something of its own.