There is a story the Infinite Lifeforms tell about a student who knew everything and could do nothing.
He was, by every account, the most learned being of his generation. He had read the records of his elders and the records of their elders and the records that predated records, until there was no question one could put to him that he could not answer at once and completely.
Ask him the depth of an ocean of an entire Observable Existence and he gave you the number. Ask him the nature of a Cause and he gave you its history back to its first stirring. He held more knowledge than any being alive, and he was very proud of it, and his elders were proud of him too, for a while.
Then an existential flood came to his Observable Existence.
