This is love, the father.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My children are fought, struggling in the vanity of confusion, not living in intelligence, living in misery, wandering in places, thoughts that do not exist, that they can not recognize, because every day the world seduces, fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile.
- → Every day their life breaks apart, because they do not want to recognize what is visible and nonexistent.
- → The road to the world was difficult, hard, because my child had not yet known what he had inside from the origin, what was important.
- → My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.
- → Dear sons, seek love, goodness, peace and you will find me, flourish, do not let yourselves wither, shine, do not let yourselves be obscured, love continually, live for me, because I live for you, and do not let yourselves be struck by the iniquity of the world, which leads into darkness.
- → The children of light feel confident, aware of the light that invades them continuously, of their identity, of my identity, of that revelation, and live happy with me.
- → I want your heart to rise to me like that of a child and to continue to miss me
- → The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.
Relative arguments