That's a tantalizing thought. Our instincts, fears, and intuitions might lead us astray even as they help us survive, and epiphanies happen ironically when we least expect them. Where do artistic insights come from? There's some literature on this since there's a skill in plucking inspirations from the air.

Alternatively, there's the Kantian, mysterian, or cosmicist view that "knowledge of reality" is oxymoronic. In trying to understand something, we inevitably conceal it by applying simplistic, humanizing conceptions. Heidegger wrestled with this in Being and Time.