Chaos (n.) has three daughters — art, science and philosophy — the Chaoids, depending on the plane that cuts through it.
Chaos (n.) has an affinity with those who fight it, because the deeper struggle is against opinion, which claims to protect us from chaos.
Chaos (n.) is not a lack of order but the infinite speed at which every form takes shape and vanishes before it can connect to another.
Chaos (n.) was Pascal's prophecy for us without faith — a monster and a chaos — and 'this prophecy we have fulfilled', making chaos something to affirm.
Chaos (n.) is a void that is not nothingness but a virtual teeming with every possible particle and form, each springing up only to vanish at once.
Chaos (n.) is the most positive thing: not a lack of convergence but the great work that affirms and complicates all divergent series at once — chaos = cosmos.