From the dawn of my days an alien from my mothers womb, Ive ruminated over the whats and whys of this world; contemplating the method to universal madness that comprises so many facets of the environment we all live in. Ive wondered if it was behind some providential, eccentric influence that action A evoked reaction B, or just one of the many inexplicable tendencies of a natural law. Santiago Nasars ultimate demise was of a quality that forces man to question the gods that preside over reason, or even the object of reason itself; a bleak fatality of marred coincidence and wicked karma just lightly kissing the helm of insanity. . By all means, a murder with so little premeditation and exposure to potential interveners in the midst of execution should have a pig shits chance in a bake-off of actually being consummated. I spent many a moon only awaiting the sun to rise once more from its sleep beyond the horizon. Blast; had Santiago Nasar been rendered a malicious spirit after his departure from the living realm, then it would be with me where he lay his everlasting curse, not the Vicario boys. In my multitude of past incarnations on the Caribbean soil, Ive bared witness to near all flaws and fallacies of human nature; a primal desire to rid the world of fellow man, the codependence on material fulfillment, the blind and consuming sensations of sexual deviance, and even the pig-like ferocity which with a man would strive to fill his stomach to bursting.