My hunger for knowing where I came from was satisfied by studying the genealogy of my family, and the history of human societies, and the anthropology of my species, and the evolution of life, and astronomy and cosmology.
As for where I am going? Of course I'm curious. But I also recognize that multiple answers are proposed, with varying amounts of evidence in favor or against. But it is the stories, more than the facts, that inspire me; the myths and poetry and fiction and speculation that I find satisfying, not in knowing or believing one thing over another...the dreams of what may yet be, and the artistic yearning to express the terror and wonder of being a sentient being in a vast and awesome cosmos...