The price is a signal.

A whisper in the noise.

It tells the builder what to make,

the buyer when to wait,

the dreamer where to aim.

It is how a world of strangers

moves as one—

a silent song of supply and desire,

of effort and reward,

of value revealed and need fulfilled.

But fiat breaks up the signal.

It floods the channel with static.

It pours in noise—

not from buyers,

not from sellers,

but from the Cantillon counterfeiters.

Now the signal says:

"Build what can’t last."

"Chase what can’t satisfy."

It lifts what should fall.

It props up what should collapse.

It sustains what should be reborn.

The entrepreneur sees false demand.

The investor sees false gains.

The consumer sees false relative value.

The economy moves—

but no longer toward harmony.

When the signal is impure,

the dance turns chaotic.

Waste becomes profit.

Destruction becomes growth.

And no one knows

what anything is truly worth.

But with sound money,

the noise fades.

The signal returns.

And with it—

order, trust, clarity, peace.

Bitcoin is pure signal.

Unforged. Undistorted.

It tells the truth,

and lets the world move

to the natural rhythm

of society’s constituents.