Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My children don't feel loved.
- → 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.
- → My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.
- → My children get involved in a pitiful, useless world, that seduces and then destroys them.
- → Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements, in which there is nothing, absolutely nothing.
- → Do not be fooled by the world, because in that state you can not be happy, in joy, because the world seduces and destroys.
- → I will not leave you alone.
- → If you love me, you can give me the center of your attention, put me first in you and leave material things in the background.
- → The human experience of pain is objectively inevitable in life in the world, because in it man must born, fall ill and die.
- → In addition, pain has a significant subjective factor, the difference between what you want and what happens, a difference on which man can gradually intervene.
- → If the main purpose of man is within the world, this titanic work is overbearing or passive, always a failure.
- → To win the world, man must have an end beyond the world, and adhere to that end until he considers the secondary world, devoid of true reality.
- → Then man knows God, himself and the world.
- → This path leads man to his real fullness, to minimize the world and any harmful conditioning.
- → My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
- → 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.
- → Too much makes you worry, too little leads you to unawareness.
- → Your search in the world has ended and now you know who I am, who you are and what the world is.
- → The world is empty, uncertain, unreal, it's not your homeland, it has only a brief deceptive experience in common with you.
- → Let the world go its own way, towards nothingness, according to its destiny, not to waste time and energy in trying to conquer it, possess it, save it or enjoy it more than much.
- → Play with the world if you want, but don't you stick to it and don't serve it.
- → I am everything and you are mine, worthy of my love and my presence.
Relative arguments