I desire children in the light, of the light, not tormented, who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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.
- → The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.
- → 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.
- → 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