I think of my sons and listen to my sons with tenderness.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements, in which there is nothing, absolutely nothing.
- → This emptiness, this absence of substance, of reason, of heart, makes you slaves, prisoners of an empty world, which makes you believe you are deficient, exploits your deficiencies, makes you do what it wants.
- → In the world my children fight to affirm themselves, to fulfill themselves in love, they discover that I, the father, am there for them, with them, in hiding, in silence, they can see me, they find a light that is first small, then large, dazzling , which makes them mine and mine alone.
- → Being with me is your life.
- → If you forget me, if you neglect me, if you detach yourself from me, you lose yourself in the nothingness of the world, which is not life, is not worthy of you, of what I give you existence for.
- → Hold on, stay aware of me, and you'll be stronger than the world, you can't be won by illusion.
- → Remember me, who I am, who you are for me, love me and the world will not strike you inside, it will not make you its slave.
Relative arguments