It's just a bloody process
Everything's a cycle, a back-and-forth, a repetition of progress-seeking, a regressive skiing down the slope from birth to nothingness. friends today, friends tomorrow, places and contexts, nothing changes.
Is everything screwed when we identify all patterns? When you can see the reason for everything, isn't the mystery dead? Did religion kill religion by providing an answer?
Can you willfully seek ignorance? It'd take some brains to do that, and there-in lies the paradox.