Life without time would be chaotic. Not only does it provide as an archive of mundane affairs but also witnesses generations go by. One Hundred Many years of Solitude traces "the rise and fall season. . . of. . . Macondo"through the eyes and heart of its most dominant family. In spite of the radical transformations that transpire over century, Márquez illustrates that interpersonal and politics realities and individual nature remain permanently same. Time is cyclical..