David: And you think it can just evaporate? Even if at one time they loved one another?Marx: That's one of the sad truths of existence. Nothing in this world is permanent. Even the characters created by the great Shakespeare will, in millions of years, cease to exist—when the universe runs its course and the lights go out.
Woody Allen, Three One-act Plays: Riverside Drive/Old Saybrook/Central Park West
existence, love