My first thought was happiness. I'm not all that confident that truth is all that concrete a thing, in the first place. I don't believe ignorance is bliss, but for the most part I value happiness over knowledge. I've spent the greater part of my life in constant analysis, trying to find that glint of awareness, but it hasn't been terribly rewarding. It only gets one so far. It's what one does with it that matters, I think, not discovery.

BTW, Have you ever heard of pancritical rationalism?