My love, the illusion of the world gives more evil than good.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
- → I, the Lord, am infinite beauty, wisdom, pure light, shining, the splendor of the living, of every living, gentle relief, the one who searches the depths of the soul, almighty, eternal, just and source of living water.
- → All the game in the world, all the power of illusion tries to influence what you believe, your way of knowing, but it can not change your nature.
- → This pain, this illusion has no sense or outlet in itself, it is functional to your awakening, to ignite your intelligence and your love for the truth.
- → The experience of the world is an illusion, it conditions you continuously, with an enormous amount of false information since your childhood, since you could not recognize it.
- → The world is by nature fragile, temporary, constantly trying to delude and disappoint you, to convince you that you have its nature, that you are fragile, temporary, and you belong to it.
Relative arguments