“CHAOS NEVER DIED. Primordial uncarved block, sole worshipful monster, inert and spontaneous, more ultraviolet than any mythology (like the shadows before Babylon), the original undifferentiated oneness-of-being still radiates serene as the black pennants of Assassins, random and perpetually intoxicated. Chaos comes before all principles of order and entropy, it’s neither a god nor a maggot, its idiotic desires encompass and define every possible choreography, all meaningless aethers and phlo...