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.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I embrace you and I will attract all of you to me.→ With my love , for love I do everything , I give you tenderness , joy , peace , truth of children , I envelop you, I hold you in hand , I embrace you, I keep you close and love you.→ Love between me and you is not disappointing , it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.→ You are woven into love , embraced by love , part of me and a big part as I am in love .
→ I did all this for you.
→ Dedicating oneself to me, looking out to love , is the goal , the achievement that every man is deluding to find where it does not exist , in dark visible , in what is absolute void , incomprehension , inconsistency , ignorance .→ My children who are not yet completely in the light , who see little light , climb , wander around the world in search of light , love , are in search of themselves , of me, of the meaning of their existence and life .→ What is relative , the world is temporary , deceptive , intentionally false , it must be understood for what it is , it must not be loved , desired , overestimated , it must be let go , it must be seen as non-existent , illusory and not feared .→ I invite you to understand that you are not of this world , that I, God , exist , I am perfect , omnipotent , I love you, I have destined you to eternal joy in my world , with me, in full awareness of the truth .
→ 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 .
→ 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 .
Relative arguments