The world is an evanescent illusion, it seems beautiful, but if you love it, it poisons you, but not permanently.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Now every piece of your life is crushed, you live a life broken by hate, falsity, seduction, vanity, by that world which makes you living as prisoners and not as children.
- → 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.
- → I participate in all that you live in the world, your joys and your sorrows.
- → All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.
- → What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
- → Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.
- → Given by a vacillating love need, you fall into the traps that the world has made available to you.
- → But you are attached to the world, to the things of the world, you do not recognize me, the father who always loves you, deeply, and who treats you in love.
- → Reflection, intelligence can and must see, recognize and overcome the nature of the cosmos, changing, continuously discontinuous, certainly uncertain, contradictory, tending to annihilate itself, and find in a sure and indissoluble way the immortal nature and its own unity with it.
- → A part of this process, the detection of one's contrast with the world, is aided by pain.
Relative arguments