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
→ With this negative experience and in this difficult path , every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity , he knew the world , the power , the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible , because nonexistent , he looked at me, he saw that I am important , that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important , and he found me in trust and abandonment .
→ My children are fought , struggling in the vanity of confusion , not living in intelligence , living in misery , wandering in places , thoughts that do not exist , that they can not recognize , because every day the world seduces , fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile .→ Every day their life breaks apart , because they do not want to recognize what is visible and nonexistent .→ The road to the world was difficult , hard , because my child had not yet known what he had inside from the origin , what was important .→ 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 .
→ 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 .
→ Temporaneity , fragility , a way of being destined not to be , expresses the contradiction , the ambiguity of the world and of what belongs to it.→ Say that pain and difficulties are temporary , they belong to this world and not to you, who are destined to exist forever, with me, in love .→ The world is by its nature painful , illusory and malicious towards you, but the evil is doomed to end and you are immortal .→ 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 .
Relative arguments