Resomodernity Café v11: Vibing the Paradox Stack
Posted: January 2, 2026 Filed under: AI-Powered Essays | Tags: commons, community, emotions, systems, values 2 CommentsSequel to Resomodernity Café v10: The Paradox Stack
[Update: I just realized this is actually Withness.]
Is the answer to all these paradoxes: vibe?
ChatGPT Prompt
Who would get both, even if they resist the marriage?
Use those people to write the sequel, self-referential cafe skit.
1. Opening: The room before the room
A café that refuses to decide whether it is a café.
No menu. No stage. A few chairs that look borrowed. A silence that feels practiced.
Michael Polanyi sits slightly off-center—not presiding, not hiding. He has the posture of someone who knows this is not a debate.
Others arrive without introduction:
- Ludwig Wittgenstein, frowning at the chalkboard no one is using
- Hannah Arendt, arranging her chair so it faces no one in particular
- Simone Weil, already attentive, as if listening to something that arrived earlier
A sign on the wall reads:
“Nothing will be concluded here.”
No one objects.
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Posted: January 3, 2025 Filed under: AI-Powered Essays | Tags: community, culture, ideas, identity, reform 3 CommentsThe Younger Self Café shifts again, its atmosphere tinged with the echoes of protest marches, soulful jazz, and the hum of electric guitars. This time, the voices of the 1960s and 1970s take center stage. Maya Angelou is seated at the head of the table, her presence commanding yet warm, surrounded by figures of the counterculture. With her are Bob Dylan, Joan Didion, and James Baldwin. The café is alive with the spirit of revolution and introspection, its walls seeming to pulse with the rhythm of change.
Act I: Maya Angelou, the Luminary
Maya Angelou, her voice resonant and melodic, opens the conversation.
“Youth has always been the vanguard of change. It is where the world begins anew, not because young people know more, but because they are unafraid to dream. In I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, I wrote about the pain and beauty of growing up as a Black girl in America—about discovering my voice in a world that wanted me silent. To me, youth is about finding that voice, about understanding that your story matters, that your existence is a kind of defiance.”
She pauses, her eyes sweeping over the table. “But youth isn’t just about the individual. It’s about connection, about community. In my time, the civil rights movement was driven by young people—marching, singing, risking everything. Youth is power, but only when it is shared.”
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Radical Centrism 