“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…”
- Robert Frost
Whoa, Mr. Frost. I’m going to have to stop you right there.
I appreciate you stopping by this evening, but we’re spending some time talking about convergence. Not divergence. It’s sort of the opposite. Two roads coming together. Not splitting apart.
Then again, I suppose two people walking along those roads in the opposite direction would probably experience convergence rather than divergence.
What’s that? I’m missing the point of your poem? Well you, sir, are missing the point of my letter from the editor. So I suppose you should be going. Besides, I understand you have miles to go before you sleep.
There. Now that Robert Frost is gone, I’ll be more careful about the quotes I include in my letter from the editor. After all, “good fences make good neighbors.”