Blessed are you who reach out and make love yours in all its forms, who love to the point of reaching me, staying with me, wishing not to move away from me and not being able to do without me.
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 .
→ Every man can and must love and find the truth , but this forces him to face the great illusory and dissipating force of the world .→ If the truth seems to elude you, at that moment the illusion of the world overcomes your faith , but only temporarily .→ If you don 't face it, the illusion of the world and the body robs you of awareness of you and me, enslaves you and crushes you with pain .→ The choice , if involuntary , is illusory , ambiguous , it is not free , it begins to be valid only after a certain level of observation and reflection .
Relative arguments