The world is an evanescent illusion, it seems beautiful, but if you love it, it poisons you, but not permanently.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My children turn, spin, fall on the same difficulties, they can't understand, they can't comprehend my nature, the essence of God the father, this love given, which is only for all of them.
- → When I see my tormented children, I understand their difficulties, that there is light but they do not see it, that I am there, but they prefer to me what belongs to the world and to the flesh.
Relative arguments