A thousand places near my city are worth the visit. Splendid blue skies, lush green fields and closer-to-the-moon mountains. I may want to visit all those spots on our planet where I’ll get to know more about it. Understand it, live with it. If that’s not the way to live – I’ll know I tried to do something about it and eventually lived anyway.
But, strangely there are a few places I’d not want to visit. Bare my mind’s awful conclusions of these places. Or, the wildly wide-spread interpretations. One would be hell, if it exists. Even heaven, what’s that really? But mainly, I don’t want to be near a black-hole even if I could get to know about it more at it’s deep end. Nope. Thanks.
I’d rather choose to live than die in trying to learn something I wouldn’t be able to process for myself. Forget me passing on the knowledge. I wouldn’t even know if I know.