Now the son feels and lives every moment in love, because he has really known me in love, he is convinced, in awareness, in realization, my son, he understands me, the love he has inside and outside.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ You fight , act disorderly , confusingly , sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish .→ I, the love , am there , even if you do not estimate , if you do not understand this love , in not thinking of me, in non-silence , troubled in the ways of the world , on wrong paths , involved in an egoistic , confused , unclear , not limpid love , in the most desperate , intricate , with no way out situations .→ 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 .→ You are loved children , but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love , but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
→ Now you know what can hurt you, what does not make you know me and you, who are love .→ The realized son finally accomplished everything he wanted , for which he lived to know me, can understand the parts of his life he thought empty , he fills that nonexistent vacuum , he is completely alive , true , full , shining and brilliant .→ Only in me you can know beauty , love , be safe and live in eternal light .→ I have made you know in love me and the law of love .
→ Man can intervene in his existence , listen , feel in him because I have given him intelligence , heart , and reason .→ The father is with you, he waits for you to love him , stand in his presence , listen to him and ask questions .→ In silence my son must listen to me, listen to himself , find me, find himself , rejoice in the abundance of love , of the new condition of me as father and him as son .→ I am with you, talk to me, listen to me, love me, smile at the world and at the illusion that lasts a little and vanishes into nothingness .
Relative arguments