Knowing / Not Knowing All the Answers

I think to myself, how uncom­fort­able — and unde­sir­able — it would be to have my knowl­edge of things com­pletely cor­rected;  to finally have all the answers to every ques­tion ever asked, to have noth­ing to think towards; to leave noth­ing nego­tiable, ‘open for dis­cus­sion’.  How much more prefer­able igno­rance seems. But given immor­tal­ity, hav­ing exhausted all pos­si­ble con­tin­gen­cies of any prob­lem (for surely, there are only a finite num­ber of prob­lems with a finite num­ber of solu­tions, how­ever innu­mer­able they seem), surely hav­ing the answer will even­tu­ally become desir­able when com­pared to an eter­nity of uncertainty…Why do I hold onto the idea of want­ing to fig­ure things out for myself.