Blessed are my children who allow themselves to be transformed, molded by me, who abandon themselves, trust me, because I desire the greatest good and love for them.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Having come to this knowledge , my children want to interrupt that slavery , be no more prisoners of a collapsing building , understand the illusions , the disappointments born of the world and the flesh .→ The realized son finally accomplished everything he wanted , for which he lived to know me, can understand the parts of his life he thought empty , he fills that nonexistent vacuum , he is completely alive , true , full , shining and brilliant .
Relative arguments