Granted, ungranted, granted, ungranted, granted, ungranted, granted, ungranted, granted, BANG. The universe explodes in a cloud of ill-conceived logic.
Granted, (me too) but with this omniscience comes boredom. You know everything there is to know and there are no more surprises, no more exploration of the unknown.
I wish the Star Ship Enterprise was real and I was visiting new planets.