I wish you precious, special, loved children, I wish you to know me, pass through every doubt with love, making your life clear, pure, joyful to love me, your father and God.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ The world invades my son overwhelmingly , in anguish , it has no law , no rule of love , it uses means that overwhelm , it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction , it uses my son , it takes possession of my son without delicacy , without gentleness , without love , it struggles to possess , to use my son with pain , with torment and with breathlessness .
→ The world imposes considerable limits and illusions on you, which you must experience and which one day will appear to you for what they are , little , nothing , a game compared to what I give you.→ This world proclaims and makes us experience the temporariness and precariousness of everything , in the false perspective of the final victory of pure nothingness , of total annihilation .→ Nothing in the world is worth as much as being with me, the ambiguous and the true have nothing in common , they are strangers .→ The cosmic illusion continually attacks you through all that of it to which you attach yourself , beginning with the body , yet this illusion , however great it may be , can do nothing to you.
Relative arguments