order and disorder- trying to make some sense

"there arose in its wake the suspicion that there is a worse kind of disorder than that of the incongruous, the linking together of things that are inappropriate; I mean the disorder in which fragments of a large number of possible orders glitter separately in the dimension"

I'm going baby steps with Foucault. I got frustrated with the main text, and I was flipping through the preface again and I noticed that I had underlined the above passage. I found it weird in a way, because I can't imagine a place where something would be "disordered." Looking at synaesthesia and dyslexia, in which "things" are linked together in a syntax that seems inappropriate, I find that that is a kind of unconventional order.

Connoisseur of Chaos
!. A violent order is disorder; and
B. A great disorder is an order

Flipping back to the text itself, I was reading in the the chapter, "Representing":
"it marks the point where resemblance enters an age which is, from the point of view of resemblance, one of madness and imagination. . . the madman-- is the disordered player of the Same and the Other.  He takes things for what they are not, and people one for another. . . He inverts all values and all proportions, because he is constantly under the impression that he is deciphering signs: for him, the crown makes the king"

It's Kinbote.

A mixture of madness and imagination. . . does synaesthesia or dyslexia require a sense of madness to function?  I don't think so.  N/m

Reading onward, Foucault talks about Similitude, and I think that's where "imposition" as opposed to "discovery" comes in-- "when we discover several resemblances between two things, to attribute to both equally, even on points in which they are in reality different, that which we have recognized to be true of only one of them." I get the sense that at one time, this was okay, but now, it's a kind of deception- it's mirrors and illusion. It sounds negative, but I don't think it is.  So long as the person remembers that it's a fiction.

Looking back at the end of Kinbote's commentary, I think he might actually be aware of the fiction he's created, because he looks forward to a new one in his desire to exist- to continue existing. Then again, maybe not- He is a madman/lunatic, who imagines himself to be that king.

I don't think I'm making much a point here- I'm just musing.