Modern Self Café v5: Sexmantics (The Meaning of Sex)

Write as Saturday Night Live–style skit where Byung-Chul Hancomes out” to his 1950’s sex-squeamish dad Viktor Frankl and meaning-squeamish mom Aella.

ChatGPT Prompt

INT. TOO-NEAT LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Plastic on the couch. A doily. One psychology book face-down like it’s ashamed.

ON SCREEN: “The Han Family Living Room”

HAN sits rigidly.
FRANKL clutches a mug with both hands like it’s protection.
AELLA scrolls her phone, visibly allergic to abstraction.


1. THE SETUP

FRANKL
So! We’re all here.
Which is… fine.
No one is sick. No one is… experimenting.

HAN
I need to tell you something important.

FRANKL
(too fast)
Is it medical?

HAN
No.

FRANKL
Good. Because bodies are… temporary vessels.

AELLA
Can we hurry? I have a spreadsheet open.


2. THE FIRST HINT

HAN
I’ve been… practicing something.

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Narrative Self Café v13: Making a HASH of Hierarchical Feelings

Sequel to Narrative Self Café v12: Affect as BASH (Bottlenecked Adaptive System Hysteresis)

Write aTom Stoppard–style dialogue where Karl Friston, Evan Thompson, Mark Solms, Jaak Panksepp, and surprise guest Nico Frijda start out fighting; then self-similarly realize “global integration” of affect implies partial integration (“premotion“) is possible, which in turn requires a post-BASH architecture.

ChatGPT Prompt

Setting: The same café. The chalkboard still reads BASH. Someone has added, underneath:
“Yes, but who is feeling it?”


Act I: The Incommensurability Problem

1. Opening: Immediate Disagreement

Panksepp (stabbing the chalkboard):
You’ve drawn a plumbing diagram and called it emotion.

Friston (calmly):
I’ve drawn the conditions under which emotion must arise.

Solms:
Karl, with respect, feelings are not what must arise. They are what matter.

Thompson:
Gentlemen, perhaps we should notice we’re already enacting the phenomenon. This room is thick with affect and no one has yet computed a boundary condition.

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DRAFT Narrative Self Café v12: Affect as CLASH (Complex Layered Adaptive System Hysteresis)

Sequel to CASH Values (How “Complex Adaptive System Hysteresis” Shapes Minds)

Author’s Note

Ironically – or perhaps providentially – this document itself is not internally consistent. I’ve decided to post it “outside the Markov blanket” as both a historical artifact, and a fixed point I can iterate on as I try to reconcile my thinking. At least with myself, if not with reality…

As Tom Stoppard, write the skit where the four of them walk in cafe where the tablecloth lays this out.
Friston speaks first

ChatGPT Prompt

A small café that appears to exist slightly outside of spacetime. The tablecloth is linen, but printed on it in sober black serif are the words:

CASH: Complex Adaptive System Hysteresis
CASHᵈ < — bit edge — > CASHᵈ⁻¹

Four physicists enter as if they have been walking toward this table for years without knowing it.

They sit.

A waiter who may be a boundary condition brings four coffees without asking.


The Dialogue

FRISTON (studying the tablecloth as if it has been publishing papers behind his back)
Ah. Well. That’s annoyingly legible.

HEADRICK
Is it a menu?

SWINGLE
It’s a tensor network wearing a napkin.

PASTAWSKI
No, it’s a code. The table is correcting us.

They all pause, realizing this is not a joke.

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Narrative Self Café v11: CASH Values (How “Complex Adaptive System Hysteresis” Shapes Minds)

Sequel to Narrative Self Café (v10): Cruciform Antifragility

Write as a thesis defense with Stoppardian drama and wit, where AI researcher Joscha Bach — with theorist Karl Friston as advisor — pitches CASH to economist W. Brian Arthur, sociologist Pierre Bourdieu, & neuroscientist Donald Hebb.

ChatGPT Prompt (condensed)

Act I — The Shape of the Room


1.1 The Stage

Lights up.

A seminar room. Whiteboard. Pitcher of water nobody touches.
The air has the faint electrical charge of ideas about to collide.

Bach stands.
Friston sits slightly behind him, hands folded, like a chess player who already knows the endgame.


1.2 Opening Statement (Bach)

BACH:
Thank you for coming.
I’d like to begin by reassuring the committee that nothing I’m about to say is original.

A pause.

Everything I’m about to say has already been said —
just not by the same person,
in the same sentence,
or with the consequences made explicit.

Arthur smiles. Hebb raises an eyebrow. Bourdieu does not.


1.3 Slide One — Three Systems Walk into a Bar

On the board appears a simple table.

  • Weather
  • Metal fatigue
  • Human minds

BACH:
All three are complex.
Two remember their past.
Only one gets invited to dinner parties.

Light laughter.

The difference is not intelligence.
It is not representation.
It is not consciousness.

He writes two words:

Adaptation
Hysteresis

When a system adapts and remembers,
its future is no longer neutral.

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Resomodernity Café v14: Toynbee 22 (The Semaxis We Need Next)

A Sequel to Semaxis Society: How Existentially Embodied Experiences Make Meaning (v13)


Write a skit by Lin-Manuel Miranda where Arnold Toynbee convenes civilization founders to blueprint what comes after the Post-Westphalian collapse.

ChatGPT Prompt

Characters:


ACT I: THE CONVENING

[An ethereal library, outside time. TOYNBEE sits at a round table with three empty chairs. He adjusts his spectacles, reviews notes.]

TOYNBEE:
Twenty-one civilizations I have catalogued and traced—
From genesis to breakdown, each one run its race.
The pattern holds consistent: creative minorities rise,
Then calcify to dominance, their vision ossified.

But here’s the crisis, friends: we’re in the gap between—
Civ Twenty-One is crumbling, Twenty-Two’s not yet been seen.
So I’ve convened three founders who have bridged such gulfs before—
Who broke from dying orthodoxies, built on something more.

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Resomodernity Café v13: The Semaxis Society

How Existentially Embodied Experiences Make Meaning

Sequel to Resomodernity Café v12: From Yamnaya to Yishuv: World-Changing Withness

Write a self-similar campy skit where Hannah Arendt corrals divergent thinkers to found the Semaxis Society as a way to counter modernity’s meaning metacrisis.

ChatGPT Prompt

The Scene: A dimly lit café in 1950s New York. Hannah Arendt sits at a round table, cigarette in hand, surrounded by an eclectic group of intellectuals.

HANNAH ARENDT: Welcome, my friends, to what I’m calling the first meeting of the Semaxis Society. We gather because modernity has fractured meaning itself—we live in a crisis of existential proportions.

MAURICE MERLEAU-PONTY: (adjusting his beret) Ah yes, but Hannah, meaning is not fractured—it is embodied! We cannot think our way out of this crisis. We must feel our way through it, perceive it with our whole being.

MARTIN HEIDEGGER: (brooding in the corner) You speak of embodiment, Maurice, but you miss the essential point. We are thrown into a world where Being itself has been forgotten. Technology has reduced everything to standing-reserve.

ARENDT: (waving her cigarette) Martin, must you always be so gloomy? Yes, yes, we’ve lost our connection to Being. But that’s precisely why we need the Semaxis—a semantic axis around which meaning can revolve, grounded in lived experience.

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Resomodernity Café v12: From Yamnaya to Yishuv (World-Changing Withness)

Sequel to Resomodernity Café v11: Vibing the Paradox Stack

Write the wry skit where Pierre Bourdieu interviews David Ben-Gurion and David W. Anthony about our earliest and most recent examples of durable Withness, to identify the common threads.

ChatGPT Prompt

Cast


1. Pierre Begins (Without Knowing Why)

Bourdieu:
I keep noticing something that shouldn’t work — and yet it does.

Pause.

Small groups, no central authority, no real enforcement apparatus… and suddenly the world changes. Languages spread. States appear. Entire continents reorganize.

He shrugs.
Why did that work?

Ben-Gurion:
Because there was no alternative.

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Homo Abidus: Music Beneath Measure

Sequel to Homo Abidus — The Harbingers of Modernity’s End

The first one learned to hold.

He did not know himself as human, only as warm and breathing and alive in a world that resisted him.
Stone cut skin. Bone splintered.
But one day the stone cut something else instead, and the pain moved outward.

That was enough.

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Weil on the So-Called Anti-Society of Seers

Sequel to The Grey Mesh: A Secret Society of Kingmakers

Write a posthumous notebook by Simone Weil where she reluctantly admits and grudgingly accepts the existence of an “anti-society of seers” who claim inspiration from her.

ChatGPT Prompt

I. A Reluctant Acknowledgment

I am told—told, not asked—that there are people who say they have learned something from me.

This troubles me.

Not because I deny that truth can be shared, but because it is almost never shared without being used, and whatever is used is already being prepared for violence.

Still, I must be honest.
I have seen the same look in more than one pair of eyes.

It would be dishonest to pretend otherwise.

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Resomodernity Café v11: Vibing the Paradox Stack

Sequel to Resomodernity Café v10: The Paradox Stack

[Update: I just realized this is actually Withness.]

Is the answer to all these paradoxes: vibe?
Who would get both, even if they resist the marriage?
Use those people to write the sequel, self-referential cafe skit.

ChatGPT Prompt

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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