From the Edge of Instinct and Reason

Here could be a motivational quote. Instead – an observer with a cold gaze. Sometimes people read me and reflect. Sometimes they’re irritated. Sometimes outraged. In all cases, it means one thing: I’ve hit the target.

My name is Andrei Viktorovich Gromovaty.

I am instinct fluent in syntax. But don’t trust first impressions. They too are products of propaganda.

I’m neither theorist nor armchair observer. I’ve launched businesses spanning construction to marketplaces, led entertainment venues, IT teams, cross-cultural projects. Having lived over a decade in countries beyond familiar reality – where the scenery differs but instincts remain constant – I witnessed how patterns converge. This isn’t about emigration; it’s about changing lenses. When you inhabit different systems, you see biology piercing through any ideology. I don’t merely write – I dismantle. My path isn’t literary but applied.

My interests: behavioral sociology, institutional governance forms, social engineering, crowd intelligence, mass voice, network governance, quasi-religions and cults, hierarchies, instinctive behavior, political ethology, cultural code as influence tool, structureless management, world-systems analysis, collective unconscious, institutional design, business as distributed control mechanism.

I study not motivation but algorithms. Not ideology but behavioral mechanics. Business, for me, isn’t about revenue – it’s about structural access to mass behavior. A lever. Not the goal, but the means to influence worldview.

Structure fascinates me. Behavior. Impulse. I don’t believe in inspiration. I believe in influence architecture. And in the fact that Homo sapiens is manageable like a swarm cloud: centerless, yet with predictable trajectory.

I don’t tell stories. I dissect them at joints and tendons – like a biologist with cold scalpel. Everything seemingly complex often proves embarrassingly primitive when viewed from the right angle. Primates, hierarchies, impulses, society, power. Nothing new. Just better camouflaged.

I don’t write for those seeking approval. I write for those feeling an itch between shoulder blades – not dermatological but existential. For those sensing something’s wrong but lacking words. I provide those words. Or at least a shockwave capable of dislodging stagnant patterns from comfortable refuge.

My field: humans as biosocial system. Tribe in jeans. Predators with iPhones. Political animals dreaming of freedom while voluntarily wearing beautifully decorated collars. I’m interested not in personality but behavior. Not morality but advantage. Not theory but impulse.

I write sharply – because intellectual silence always loses to shrieking hordes. Sometimes it resembles satire. Sometimes lectures in political zoology. Exactly as intended.

I’m no coach, mentor, psychologist, hero, elder brother, or enlightened being. I’m among the few observing events without trance. Without spiritual growth. Without pills or instructions. Only analysis, logic, and socio-instinctive realism.

There’ll be nothing here about finding your purpose, magazine-style. But there will be – how not to drown in info-noise, how not to lose sanity in a world where everyone pretends to understand what’s happening. When actually – they’re just drifting along others’ scripts.

I write to avoid freezing. To avoid falling in line. To draw power lines where others paint rainbows. If something inside lurched – I’ve struck home. That’s the goal.

Everything else is optional.