I can love you everywhere, but love is uncertain in bodies, in sensations, in what is temporary, it is certain in what is eternal.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.
- → Many enclosures, difficulties and confusions arise in the thoughts of every my child.
- → Recognize that you are my sons, much more than sons, that you are not a wrapper, a armor, that you have been created for this union, for this revelation and for this love affair between me and you.
- → I can love you everywhere, but love is uncertain in bodies, in sensations, in what is temporary, it is certain in what is eternal.
- → Observe your brothers with my love, as eternal souls, at worst lost in the world, not as bodies, distinguish the eternal and the insubstantial.
- → The world, the body and the mind collaborate in producing the experience of mutability and dragging man into the unawareness of eternity.
- → If you don't face it, the illusion of the world and the body robs you of awareness of you and me, enslaves you and crushes you with pain.
- → Guilt and fragility belong to the world and the body, they do not belong to the divine nature with which you were created.
- → To tempt the things of the world, or to hope that they will move the way you want them to, is still unsatisfactory because of their nature.
- → Pursuing what is uncertain is only and always disappointing, a waste of time and energy.
- → My certainty and truth, I know that you fully exist and I yearn for you and I belong beyond all illusions.
- → Every suffering calls you to return aware, to remember that every event in the world is empty, evanescent, non-existent, and we are real, eternal.
- → 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