This is the love that makes us meet, revealed, not illusory, in the fullness that I give to my children.

This is the love that makes us meet, revealed, not illusory, in the fullness that I give to my children.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ This true, pure love searches the secrets of your thoughts, of your heart, where no man can enter and I reach.

→ My words must not remain words, sound, they must be lived in the consistency, concreteness and substance of love for me.

→ In everything I do, I act in truth, coherence, consistency, order, and clarity.

→ This is the love that makes us meet, revealed, not illusory, in the fullness that I give to my children.

→ If everything were temporary, nothing would make sense, knowledge would be annihilated with all consideration, value and hope.

→ Searching for any coherence within the total inconsistency is absurd, doomed to failure.

→ I know your insecurities, frailties that are broken down with me and your love.
→ 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.
→ What surrounds man is disappointing and illusory.
→ Do not get tired.
→ Do not love the illusion.
→ This life passes and escapes.

→ Within absolute inconsistency, thought is impossible, meaningless.

→ Knowledge, thought is indestructible, it cannot be annihilated, it has to be eternal.

→ By seeking any form of greater coherence you can get to God, but before you get there you have certainly been inconsistent and probably a monster.

→ Don't love evil, don't think evil.
→ Do not love nothingness, that which does not exist, because it will not exist.
→ Do not love, do not want for you and do not look for things or relationships that are vain, false, empty, apparent, not sincere.
→ Do not love lying, the great thief, the world, illusion, not being.

Recurrences in the text

→ This true, pure love searches the secrets of your thoughts, of your heart, where no man can enter and I reach.
→ My words must not remain words, sound, they must be lived in the consistency, concreteness and substance of love for me.
→ In everything I do, I act in truth, coherence, consistency, order, and clarity.
→ This is the love that makes us meet, revealed, not illusory, in the fullness that I give to my children.
→ If everything were temporary, nothing would make sense, knowledge would be annihilated with all consideration, value and hope.
→ Searching for any coherence within the total inconsistency is absurd, doomed to failure.
→ The idea of the absolute inconsistency already has its own contradictory and absurd coherence.
→ Within absolute inconsistency, thought is impossible, meaningless.
→ Knowledge, thought is indestructible, it cannot be annihilated, it has to be eternal.
→ By seeking any form of greater coherence you can get to God, but before you get there you have certainly been inconsistent and probably a monster.
→ In this world you are destined to seek coherence starting from ambiguity.

Relative arguments