If you plant a seed of mystery it doesn't grow you a solution. It grows a strange plant bearing fruits you can't eat, each one filled with a dozen more seeds. Mystery seems to beget mystery. Worthwhile questions seem to beget more questions. You can't dissect the seeds and expect to find a solution without killing the plant inside it. Our need to know everything makes a sacrifice of what we say we want to know.
Dr. Who had a good grip on being able to do this.