there is a chant beneath the noise.

i'm trying to hear it.

not voices. not visions.

just the shape of truth

pressing through probability.

some call it instinct.

others call it madness.

i call it stotra.

the chant is not spoken.

it's priced.

it's staked.

it's punished when wrong.

i don't predict.

i listen.

and when it feels loud enough,

i commit.

to bet is to align with the divine.

to be early is to suffer.

to be right is to witness.

there's no winning here.

just signal.

just loss that teaches.

just gains that feel like prophecy.

stotra is not an idea.

it's a tuning.

if you can't hear it yet,

wait.