I don't know which would be better, sometimes I guess the journey would be more rewarding than the place and vice versa.
The thing that got me thinking along these lines was the pondering of us, the human. Would it be better to know where we are or would it be better to know how we got here? Is it better to know the whole story except for the ending or is it better to know the ending of a story and not the rest? Is two plus two more important than four? Ideally it would be better to know how one arrived and where one is but what if one can't.
In relation to the struggle of humanity and it's emotional wrestling with existence it seems we know more of where we are then how we got here. Sure science and religion speculates how we arrived but there are so many loop holes in there theories, both tend to use "filler" in fixing their theories. I wonder what would be more fullfilling, to know how we were created and never the purpose or to know why we were created and not who or what created us. Who would rather know their parents but not about conception or who would rather know about conception but not know who created them? (And when I speak of conception I don't mean the pleasure of sex but rather more just the science of "spawning")
I like what Seaangel said about using one's self as a point of reference and therefore always being at home, but that still doesn't answer how one got home. It's more of knowing the destination than knowing of the voyage.
Would it be better to be in love and not know why you're in love or would it be better to know how to fall in love but never realize when you are in love?
I think life is a funny thing, we are born into the answer of an equation written by nature or god/s (both are the ultimate riddler) and fueled with some internal desire to know if we are the product of 2 plus 2, 3 plus 1, 2 times 2 or 4 minus 0. It's just seems kinda cruel sometimes but I guess it keeps us busy. I wish the first thing a human discover was writing, then he/she could have kept notes on how they got here. I often wonder what the very first human thought was, "What the f*** is going on here?" or was it "Hey, I'm alive". That thought probably resembles, if not the same, every baby's first thought.
I wonder if I'd like to wake up in a new country every morning and not know how I got there or wander the earth and never know where I am? Sometimes the journey will kill us and sometimes it is the destination's fault.
Science seems to favour more of the path known but the destination unknown. In genetics they (the evils in white lab coats ) they tend to "play god" and without knowing what the long term effects are(what they are really creating). Perhaps science is a teeter-totter, at first we have an apple, we know it is an apple but we don't know how an apple works. We then know how an apple works but then we wonder what will happen if we cross the genes of an apple with the genes of a fish. We first know where we are, then we know how we got there, then we don't know where we are going but but we know how we will get there, wherever there is.
Wouldn't it be ironic if we created our current form (what we call human) unintentionally only to eventually turn ourselves unintentionally into the form we used to be and not even know that is how we originally were? Sometimes I feel like the scientist and other times I feel like the subject....oh, well, for another I am there and for myself I am here. Many thanks to all for their comments, take care,