Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.
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.
- → When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.
- → My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.
- → Now I, the Lord and Father, have known all that the world and the flesh has done to every one of my sons, I have seen and canceled all the pain that my sons have experienced in the world, the struggles of my sons for what they believed in the world, but it was not important.
- → Then the sons feels disappointed, he collides with the world, does not know if adhere to the world or to a supreme being, questions about existence, who he is, who I am, what is the world, what is the difference between me and the world.
- → I, God, the Lord, do not use my sons, I do not deceive him, I have always said who I am, who are you, what is the world, I work with intelligence, love and peace in the life of every my son.
Relative arguments