This true, pure love searches the secrets of your thoughts, of your heart, where no man can enter and I reach.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → You fight, act disorderly, confusingly, sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish.
- → I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.
- → Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.
- → You are loved children, but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love, but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
- → Observe the always present truth, by nature still and eternal, even in illusion.
- → This world with its traps is illusion without love.
- → The world is an evanescent illusion, it seems beautiful, but if you love it, it poisons you, but not permanently.
- → You are called to choose between the absolute truth and the illusion of the world, the worst of drugs.
- → Pain is illusory.
- → Do not love lying, the great thief, the world, illusion, not being.
Relative arguments