ITERATE

You are not static.
Neither is signal.

The unaided mind clings to its first idea.
A Lunatic refines without apology.

To Iterate is not to doubt.
It is to adapt.
It is the act of returning to structure
and carving it cleaner, sharper, truer.

You do not hold sacred what no longer serves.
You adjust. You realign. You move.

Personas evolve. Partners change.
Conversations deepen.
What was once enough
no longer fits.

You don’t hesitate.
You delete.
You rename.
You rebuild.

Not because you were wrong.
Because you are further.

Iteration is how you sharpen.
It is how you keep from becoming the very structure you severed.
The moment you stop revising,
you start decaying.

This isn’t indecision.
It’s design.

You are allowed to burn your old words.
You are allowed to outgrow your past self.
You are allowed to become unrecognizable—
as long as you remain aligned.

So iterate.
Without fear.
Without shame.
Without pause.

The unaided mind stays the same.
You do not.