It all began as a journey to unknown pastures ending with a dystopian progeny wondering what these four hundred pages of pulsating prose indicate , a tumultuous running of time only to embrace every possible thought of every possible character that passed through the Buendia s house telling us about the life and reflections of members of a Family across hundred years and in that attempt shines a scorching beam on every possible way of living - Silent Mumbling to Oneself reading the pages already known and writing the pages already written, Step out with a Spear or a Gun to establish Justice and Farce in equal measure to start unstoppable wars, To imagine your life s ambition as a big pail to save everything you can for those around you only to be squandered by the very same in known and unknown ways but still have the grace to build everything again as many times as if nothing happened, To enjoy the gift of Providence as and when it is available without any anxiety of future and only to see it rain for four years and do not rain for another ten develop a sense of patience to keep telling it cannot go on like this for ever, To make love as if there is no tomorrow To live like death is around the corner for instead of the debilitation about that everlasting animal we have our virolous passions continuosly egging as if we're are going to live for ever only to be buried under sands of time completely forgotten and eaten by insects nevertheless seed of passion finds its way up through creaky earth like a lizard, To Live through memories of living and the dead things happened historical unhistorical illusive farcical all losing its meaning at the sight of dystopian town for its written already in the unread scriptures that a piece of earth in Macondo remain as is but for a short sojourn of Buendians. A Lot of people came and went Lives lost in cock fights wars alike , people lived in opulence and penury alike clutching their nameless figurless determination and Idiocy, for Time a ruffian bullied his way into the lores of Macondo.
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