I’ve always been a cynical bastard. I know that all the best realationships end in either tears or ashes, that the tastiest meal you’ll ever eat will inevitably become a smelly pile of dung and that all the laughter and all the sorrows of the world, mean nothing beyond the fleeting moments of the individual subjective experinces. Through eyes of an infinite universe, none of this mattters.

But it matters to me, at least enough to observe, question and comment on what I see, and if it matters to you, stop by here from time to time, and see what crap I spew.

As for the name: “Savage Visions”, it’s a reflection, more of my last name, than to any barbaric content. I like it raw. I don’t like it violent. I like it honest and have no time for spin, frills, or superstition.

I know that I know nothing. I, like all humans, lack the ability to discern objective reality. My feelings are often trite, my logic faulty. In many ways, I don’t know true from false, paranoia from precaution, even right from wrong, but I’m sure as phuque gonna try to figure it out.

J