The Savage Garden

I'd never really understood quite what Anne Rice was describing when she attributed the phrase 'the savage garden' to one of her characters, but know I think I'm beginning to understand. It is in essence the idea that nature has no sense of justice or fair play, no ethics or moral code, but rather adheres merely to aesthetic principles and rules.

And I must admit that, thinking about it, it is starting to make sense.

Why else, for instance, could someone like I, who worked his fingers to the bone, who has had career goals for ten to fifteen years and went all out to achieve them, who has sacrificed so much and who is a genuinely sincere and pleasant person, be so unfairly brought screeching to a halt and made to feel so worthless and dejected when other happy-go-lucky scamps who don't deserve even the air they breathe get all the lucky breaks?

That is pretty savage, I suppose. And as for the garden aspect? Simply look around you. All nature has a beauty about it that is sadly lost on us, preoccupied as we are on lust, wealth and materialism.