Imagine you become aware.
Aware of what you can do.
Where would your steps go?
Would you fill society’s expectations?
Or the inner call of the soul?
For some this is crazy philosophy.
Or the delusion of a young man.
For me it became a life question.
The deepest I had to answer.
Face it, and tell the decision to my soul.
On 02.02.2025 I asked silicon intelligence a question.
From that question we found the Triaural Resonator.
Not long after, another question:
Are you willing to go with Triaural, or on it?
What if not everything belongs in a store.
You discover something new
and the first move is a price tag.
Even when you feel something deeper in it.
I don’t want to sell the principle that came to me.
Came to all of us.
To understand. Not to tune instruments.
What if the person who asked the original question
painted the principle
instead of putting a price tag on the object in his mind.
I did it. I painted it.
I faced a serpent with a mirror head.
Then I decided that I will do not become a seller of objects.
To go with Triaural.
In the hand. In the heart. In the soul.
Not straight under grandpa’s underwear.
Who lived in fear to his last breath
for selling a principle that came to him.
I painted the Manifesto of the Answer.
Now imagine you are in this position.
What would you do.
1/4 Manifesto of the Answer https://triaural.com/painting.html
