I do not really know if ‘optimal’ makes sense. Having spent some time in dealing with some kinds of probabilistic settings, I often want to ask: How come something, that when understood with some kind of robustness, can give me happiness and peace of discovering truth and yet make me suffer at the same time? How come truth can have different meanings even when the ‘goal’ is same?

Traversing through mind throws light on the underlying unconsciousness…for sure, but it often makes one ask: At what cost? What exactly cost is? Our selfishness disguised in the form of some ‘attempt to find optimal policy’ or just some another form of ignorance?

I want to know it all, all of stochasticity: but not limited to some form of models, described by some rules that account to someone’s ignorance or focus or what not. I want to know it all or none, not through some parametric distribution, but through some form that probably doesn’t differentiate between ‘optimal’ and ‘sub-optimal’, between ‘all’ and ‘none’, between ‘chaos’ and ‘order’, some form that doesn’t know the existence of ‘divisions’ or difference between ‘easy’ and ‘complex’.