When I speak of love, I mean a formula of existence that appropriates the knowledge of mine, of your being, of infinite knowledge, going beyond a human plan, a formula of essential existence that is not explained in the world and that it only explains in me, God, master and father.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ What surrounds you is vain , confused , unclear and disordered .→ What belongs to the world neglects eternal things , immortal for me, which are not eternal , are not immortal for the world , it is vanity , illusory , it neglects my son , love , thought , good , justice , peace , involves my son with insistence , takes away my son 's reason , heart , harasses my son in thought , heart , reason , makes my son possess things that first seem beautiful in appearance , then turn out to be empty , poor .
→ Appropriating the belonging to be really children is to achieve the harmony that leads to God , to the father .→ Love makes my children free , if it is really recognized in essence , in the root , in the depth of birth and origin .→ The world can not do anything to you, it can not destroy this love between you and me, it can distort and deform only the reality that belongs to it.→ Today , every day , I am here with you, I look at you, I listen to you, I hold you by the hand , in my heart , in my thoughts , so tight as to make me feel in my whole being , to make you stop , detach from the things of the world . and really look for me.
→ 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 .
Relative arguments