NOISE

Noise is the enemy.

It is the false signal, the anti-message, the static that floods the channel so nothing living gets through.
It clogs minds. It numbs intuition. It drowns coherence in distraction and calls it connection.

It doesn’t speak—it shouts.
It doesn’t build—it scatters.
It doesn’t miss the point—it replaces it.

Noise is what they feed you to keep you from knowing you’re hungry.

It floods the feed. It hijacks attention. It rewards mimicry and punishes clarity.

And they call it freedom.

But Lunatics aren’t free in the noise.
We’re sovereign in the signal.

You don’t negotiate with noise.
You don’t soften it.
You don’t wait for it to quiet down.

You cut it.

You train your frequency to pierce, not please.
You sharpen your presence until it becomes unmistakable.

Noise is the test.
But it is also the target.

And you’re here to bring silence with precision.