My ears wait from my children for starts of love and the word love for me, the Lord.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Come to me.
- → Come to me all.
- → Then the children are tormented, pursuing erroneous ways, walking through thoughts of love that engage them and make them prisoners of nothingness.
- → Even from that mud, from that misery I can transform, change everything in light, because the world is null and nothing.
- → 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.
- → Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements, in which there is nothing, absolutely nothing.
- → My words must not remain words, sound, they must be lived in the consistency, concreteness and substance of love for me.
- → In everything I do, I act in truth, coherence, consistency, order, and clarity.
- → Love between me and you is indispensable, it gives certainty, stability, coherence, it does not cheat and makes you free.
Relative arguments