Making (No) Sense Of It All

Perhaps more true than we would like.

Sooner or later there's a pattern.
Sooner or later everything falls into place.
If I didn't believe that I wouldn't want to wake up tomorrow morning and see the sun rise.

Every crime has its own pattern of logic.
Everything has its own order.
If we cannot find that order, it is not because it doesn't exist, but because we have incorrectly examined some vital piece of evidence.

Let us examine the evidence.

Number 1: In the past 6 months, there have been 345 homicides committed in the city.  The victims have ranged variously in age, sex, social status and color.

Number 2: In none of these homicides, have we been able to find a motive.

Number 3:  Consequently, all 345 homicides remain unsolved.

So much for the evidence.

A subtle pattern begins to emerge.  What is this pattern?  What is it that these 345 homicides have in common?

They have in common 3 things:
A.  They have nothing in common.
B.  They have no motive, and
C.  They remain unsolved. 

From the off-Broadway play and 1971 film, Little Murders, written by Jules Feiffer and directed by actor Alan Arkin.  Murders takes place in a dystopian urban setting where random violence is the new norm and order is falling apart.

The clip below contains the monologue quoted above, given by Lt. Patience (played by Arkin).  He first appears at 1:25 and the monologue begins at 3:15.  Following Arkin's outburst there is a bizarrely compelling and still relevant monologue from Vincent Gardenia.   I saw the film when it was first released.  It left you feeling very uneasy.  It still does.