Chaos as Imposture, Self-Regulation as Festive Neoconservatism


Superstition always requires its Devil, who exudes mischief and excuses one from facing the fire of the negative; and a Prince Charming who can awaken virtues with just a kiss. For the first, our epoch has found a figure, radical Evil—‘absolute malice’—and for the second, Chaos, its counterpart, initially somewhat disquieting but ultimately rather useful, because it is tricked out with ‘creativity’ and possesses the virtue of being able to magically fabricate singularity (just as certain plants have a dormative virtue)…