Blessed are you who reach out and make love yours in all its forms, who love to the point of reaching me, staying with me, wishing not to move away from me and not being able to do without me.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ When a child reaches me with desire I rush , shake and listen .→ I love you, I listen you and I ever am with you.→ The Lord God has spoken , he has listened , he has loved , he continues to love and generates love .→ I delicately ask to you love , until you reach me, the father who understands your levels , is near you with care , listens and transforms everything in love .→ Now I have spoken , continued to reveal , listened and heard .
→ Remember the illusion of the world , of fearing nothing , of going through the difficulties like a game , remember that nothing temporary is consistent .→ Not believing in the existence of truth means not believing in anything , believing in pure nothingness , in total absurdity .→ Think of me, he who was never born , cannot die , nothing fears , does not waver , always is , lives and loves fully .→ If everything were temporary , nothing would make sense , knowledge would be annihilated with all consideration , value and hope .→ Denying that truth exists is tantamount to believing that nothing exists or makes sense , up to the extreme consequence of affirming absolute nothingness .
Relative arguments