Can there be Love without Trust?
That's my question, Your Honour, Or shall I say, Madam president of the jury.
I'm just wondering. I've discovered that a union, whatever it may be. Whether it's a marriage, an association of entrepreneurs, any commitment to a bond seems to be Like a bridge.
A bridge that links two banks of a river. A river where life flows. The current of life and the trajectory o f a shared destiny. A symbol of trust. When you marry It's assumed that trust will prevail. We pledge fidelity. For abjuring this promise implies betrayal. Like breaking the bond of trust. Trust is a bond. It is the marriage bond. Love is not. It is the perfume of it. But perfume is very ephemeral. We don't capture it. We only lock it up temporarily. But if you're attached to it by a solid bond of trust. A rope that can withstand time, humidity, wind, storms, frost... we stay attached. We stay side by side . The river will continue to flow and water will have passed under the bridge.And the bridge has stood the test of time, attacks and the weight of the people who have crossed it.A marriage is a bridge then...it's the link.If the bond is broken. My God, it's a whole other ballgame to rebuild it.
How do you rebuild a bridge anyways? Otherwise, We wouldn't be able to get from one side to the other.
Did you say Love is a perfume?…the kind you'd smell over that bridge.
Perfume sticks to a flower...it's alive. Perfume should therefore be considered alive.
It Sticks to fabric. Impregnates other surfaces like Noble materials, Natural materials. It clings to incense smoke. Smoke that transcends the air, As if it were painting the surrounding air.
I noticed that when I sprayed myself with perfume before going swimming...I smelled it intensely underwater. Babies too absorb the scent of adults who touch them. Love is the energy we give off. It's the expression of our aura. Maybe it is.
If love is a perfume...and trust is a bond. There may well be love....but if people naturally drift apart because there's nothing left to tie them together. They will no longer smell the perfume. No longer smelling it...they'll forget it. And if it's forgotten, what's the point of staying on this shore and trying to cross?
Let's say the link is too fragile. It becomes very dangerous to cross. The bridge is too worn. It would be perilous for one's own life to cross. Unless you remember that perfume. Or smell another perfume. Like a scent of self-esteem. This is one is from paradise they say. A fragrance of plenitude, grandeur and peace.
It's as if you could smell a garden paradise on the other side of the shore.A garden that belongs to someone who no longer feels the need to rebuild the bridge. That person has created a new home. A home so welcoming that it would make anyone who saw it from afar dream. Then of course....it will have to protect itself from vandals. This is where the broken bridge makes sense. If the bridge were open to anyone who wanted to come and pick the fruits of this garden without bringing anything to plant....then this broken bridge is a blessing. It's a protection
People's rejection is god's protection. Maybe this broken bridge is a protection to help build this garden of paradise.
So the question is not whether love can survive without trust. Can there ever be trust...without love. Thanks to the effluve of perfume, that we find the strength to create a garden, a house or a bridge.
You need to know how to recognize the finesse of a fragrance.Beauty, elegance and joy are the recipe of every perfume worthyof the name. Fragrances that stand the test o f time and fashions.A perfume is by its very nature elegant. Isn’t it?
Perhaps we should first find the perfume that suits us. Before mixing it with others, otherwise we won't be able to enjoy it.
We wouldn't even know which one would suit us best. It's a well- known fact. Perfumes have top notes. Heart or middle notes and base notes. In fact, quality perfumes are the only ones to have these base notes. The ones that anchor and last for days.
The anchor. The ship's anchor allows it to stop and stabilize. No matter how rough it gets. Unless it's a storm, in which case it's best to follow the waves and not resist. Without perfume, there's no memory. Quality perfume...that of paradise: it anchors our memory. You can't forget it. Thanks to this memory, we rediscover the desire to reach that shore that promises lush gardens and a land of Eden.Without perfume, we wouldn't even think of crossing the road.What for? For whom?The fragrance makes you want to tie the knot....but the perfume is ephemeral. Even if it has a musk essence of infinite rarity and finesse. Neither will survive the test of time. The bridge is solid and keeps this fragrance accessible. The fragrance of every shore.These two fragrances have even created a new fragrance. Even richer.Did you have fun mixing several of your fragrances? Creating together a new scent that doesn't exist anywhere else and that you can only smell when the two shores are linked.
But then the bridge was bombed. No more bridge man!
What to do?
This created fragrance made both banks thirsty to find that divine effluve again. But the bridge was destroyed. It will take time to rebuild. And in the meantime, the lack of divine fragrance is making itself felt. So deeply that we forget that this divine fragrance was created thanks to two essential effluves. Two essences. Two incenses. By dint of living only by this divine effluve...we forget our own essence.
What if, in fact, this divine fragrance was merely an adjuvant to our own essence? Just a sublimator. We'd forget that its base note is absolutely the same as that of the divine perfume. The one that lasts. The one that is. The heart note may be a personality in itself, but it's not the identity of this perfume. The one that lasts through time and space.
The base note is the main note. The heart note is the note that sublimates this base note.Without fragrance, there's no desire to bond, no desire to cross over. Without a link, perfume becomes distant. A vague idea...a nostalgia. Like a scent of lack. A scent of sadness. The base note is the key to this story.
The base note is the creative essence of the whole story. The bottom note created the heart note, created the bridge project... The key is not to understand. The key is to know the point of it.
I know who I amI know my essence.I know that this essence has created this divine fragrance And it's a safe bet that both shores have the same bottom note. It's that smell that lingers and transcends time and space...that smell that's invisible to our senses. We're not aware of it...it sticks to our skin. This essence is us. I am that, i am.
It's in our DNA, in our cellular identity.
It is our identity.
Cultivating your own shoreline will make you grow wings. No need for a bridge. Everyone will be free to fly wherever they please. And if the garden is as beautiful as you feel it is a thousand miles away... there's no need to fear a different course...the phoenix will choose its shoreline...Perfume is in the air...it's as free as air.
The bridge was destroyed...it pushed people to learn to fly, on their own.Sometimes a question can be the key to a solution.
All you had to do is ask.
All roads lead to Rome...or maybe to Saudi.
Anyhow…anywhere…how does it smell for you there?
Love you all,
Lamia PABION
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