The poets have said that the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. This is true in many cases. The burning passion turns into a dying ember incapable of lighting itself or something else anymore. There is no more passion, no more feelings, just an emptiness where something once was. We look back and may wonder what ever prompted those feelings; but the past is full of mysteries and the unexplainable. We evolve and everything within us and around us evolve too; all these powerful forces evolving at one time. The sun sets below the horizon and is never seen again, or if seen again is just a micro-fraction of what it was once. The future is full of uncertainty but so is the past, perhaps even more so. We look into the rear view mirror and can’t believe where we once were.