There is a tendency to glorify unimportant things, else conflating the superficial aspects of a meaningful scenario with the afflatus. The domain of man is constrained to the definitions, referents, and bases for his self-sourced way of relating to life.
The problem here? The 'self-sourced' way of relating to life only developed in the aeons of history and academicization of time. To this day, the base of our thinking has been shaped according to the amount of dust accumulating on our holy books, whether they be Kant, The Bible, or otherwise.
We have accrued an exceptional amount of data- yet it testifies not to our knowledge, but our ignorance. The more relativised each successive collection of thinkers becomes, the further we drift from what made any of this possible in the first place- a connection to what made us human, and even further, animals, and even further, alive. Progress means moving away from something. Best we check what our wellspring is, before deciding to leave it.
We have walked a long road, a road which has become ever the more bright, clear, and easily traversed. Yet- this has only come at the cost of having a road to find. When you are smack dab in the middle of a cluttered undergrowth, any direction is 'the right way'.
The domain of man, has become removed from everything but itself. It is, autistic. 'Scholasticism' is not strong enough a word.