It's sort of a fucked up thing.
But I'll try to harken from my own experience with this tireless bullshit. It may be sort of a halting problem. I like order, I like patterns, I like understanding my world, my non, convoluted, world. Whenever I'm faced with some new sort of animal, I integrate it. Immediately. It won't matter really if it is say, astronomy, or some paper on some archaic thing in anthropology some researchers did in Australia. Dock it, add it to the ledger, I guess. My field of choice physics, because the work to me is the most relevant stuff I could be doing with my time. Same, if I were a biologist, or a pure maths guy, and I know a few of them, they're a lot smarter than me, and my closest pal is like, say, an IBM in my time of non-analog clocks. The advice I got from my parents was to do whatever interested me. And of course that struck me as multifaceted. Everything interests me, sometimes my head fills up with so much crap and noise, I get migraines, and headaches and stupid annoying things like that. And I cant do everything and anything, now can I? It's very philosopher-kings to think that you could live life as a savant, and intellectual god-emperor, all knowing, wise, and powerful.
So, with that in mind, what the fuck? If I can't do everything, and would die before then, what? What, what, what? I don't know, really. I just sort of take in everything, and use it. It is hard to answer. So, in my humble opinion, the solution is to find something cool that implements enough. And do it, then find the time and people to do other things, and have those people the people who do those things. I know humanities guys and gals, I know a fucking civil servant and I know a dude who works on a reactor all day.
Surround yourself with what's cool, and you'll see cool things. Whatever makes you happy. It is true that life is sort of uncontainable and unforgivable, but, you know. Make it work.
