Poles, opposites, dancing w/the stars

I'm reading the Paris Review's interview with Robert Stone (I've never read his novels) and find his comments on Freud and Conrad really interesting:

"Freud created a mythology out of nineteenth-century scientific optimism; he said that the glow in the haunted house was just phosphorescence from the swamp -- a comforting high-bourgeois myth.  Conrad was a man of the world and a skeptic who worked not on the basis of ideology but of common sense.  He saw things as they are without wanting to reduce them to theory.  In that respect he's closer to the temper of our own time and certainly closer to my own ideas about reality and about how to explore it in fiction."


I guess that I don't have a clear sense of my location in this spectrum.  I ask and ask and seek, but I have a feeling that the seeking is more central to my soul than the answers.  The questions illuminate my path, but I have no clue where I'm heading -- and indeed, I don't think the destination really matters to me, at least not to where and who I am now.

Although I envy those folks who seem to find solid answers to their questions, I wouldn't trade places with them, or anyone else.  Nope, I listen to their clarity, move on and just keep asking my questions.