diverge, converge

Since when has it become my duty to conform?

Anita's best taken at face value because there is no hidden intention. She wears her preferences on her sleeves, preferences that are formed with reasons, good or selfish.

My life is just a statistical inevitability - why dig so deep, why bother with intentions, why bother being fair and just when you can indulge with preferences?

Why would I even consider conforming? I may as well seek within the unknown.


When I land on a sweet spot I converge quadratically. When my requirements are not satisfied I diverge with an increasing rate. I'm a firm follower of Newton's iteration.