"No knower. No known. No center to see. No 'I' left to say who’s asking to be."

This one isn’t just a song — it’s a conversation turned inside out.

It started with a simple question: How do we know what we know? We followed the thread past childhood conditioning, beyond gravity, beyond the idea of “I” itself… until there was nothing left to hold onto.

No self. No capital-T Truth. Just… this.

🎧 The Truth That Unmade Me is for anyone who’s ever stared into the void and felt the void staring back — and maybe smiled. If you’ve questioned everything you’ve been taught, or stripped away your beliefs until you found nothing at the center, this one’s for you.

Do you think there’s any such thing as absolute truth? Or is everything we “know” just a story?