Granted, you and now infinitely wise. Unfortuantely, your comprehension of off all things leads to too seek more and more new knowledge, until you stumple upon an ancient secret so foul and horrid that it would give H.P. Lovecraft himself nightmares for eternity. In your infinite wisdom, you know that the malevolent forces behind this foreboding secret you have learned will not allow you to continue you exist with the knowledge. You also know that nobody else will believe you if you try to share this dark knowledge, and that if any mortal being other than yourself found it, they would be maddened utterly and hopelessly. You will live with dark knowledge until the end of your days, or until THE end of days, depending on which will come first, and with the darkness and shadows of all existence possibly hiding enemies who would take your life away from what you know, you fall to paranoia, and become mad yourself, trusting no one, even yourself.
I wish my corruption of the previous wish wasn't so depressingly dark