To love me is simple, it is to be yourself, because you exist for my love and to love me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → For me, it is better to see my son worrying sweetly for me and not brutally for the world.
- → I could do differently and make you mine directly.
- → I have leaved my children free of search, discover, find me, that every man would seek me freely and in a personal way.
- → I could accomplish everything done from the beginning and immediately.
- → I wanted, and not cruelty, that my child alone would seek me with what I put into his being son, that with his thoughts, heart, reason he would find, discover in joy me and the only beauty between me father and him child.
- → 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