Your whole life is busy, revolves around empty, non-existent things, nothingness, loses sight of existing things, such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I give to you, I welcome you as children and not as sinners .→ The beauty of love lies in this revelation between me father and you, seen as children , sprouts of the origin of God , of the father , and not as sinners .→ You are not sinners , you are children , creatures and mine .→ Remember in a delicate , sweet way that the father is love , he always moves in love for you, that you are always, forever, children , love and loved ones .
→ Your whole life is busy , revolves around empty , non-existent things , nothingness , loses sight of existing things , such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence .→ Man needs love , he was created for love , he is love in every part , he must recognize what he has inside, he must know who he is , who I am , he can realize the truth by detaching himself from the world , from empty things , vain , illusory , which do not give love , which give only an apparent , fragile love which tends to destroy and destroy itself .
→ 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 .→ God loves himself in man , so he loves man as himself .→ In this sense God is a father in a total , real and not figurative way .→ Those who are now unaware in turn will one day shine and recognize my 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 .
Relative arguments