If you know and live our love, nothing can strike you inside and you will experience perfection in the world.

If you know and live our love, nothing can strike you inside and you will experience perfection in the world.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ Evaluate everything and choose what your love, your time and your intelligence deserves.

→ Things, events and bodies do not count, are not worth, they are nothing.

→ I am with you every moment, but you are not always present.

→ Leave the others alone, those who are far from your life.

→ Resist the game of the world.

→ The illusion of the world suggests you not to love.

→ The delay of the choice is an unhappy time.

→ If you know and live our love, nothing can strike you inside and you will experience perfection in the world.

→ Every act, every thought, every moment not addressed to me is rubbish, promotion of illusion, unworthy choice of you and me, sin, if you like this word.

→ Look for new words to tell the truth, to announce me and my love.

→ The knowledge of our relationship, our nature and the nature of the world, frees you from the slavery that oppresses you in the material world.

→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.

→ My choice, my love does not change.

→ If you forget me, you lose yourself in thin air.

→ Time only makes sense if you're looking for me, otherwise it's a disappointing emptiness.

Recurrences in the text

→ Evaluate everything and choose what your love, your time and your intelligence deserves.
→ Things, events and bodies do not count, are not worth, they are nothing.
→ I am with you every moment, but you are not always present.
→ Leave the others alone, those who are far from your life.
→ Resist the game of the world.
→ The illusion of the world suggests you not to love.
→ The delay of the choice is an unhappy time.
→ If you know and live our love, nothing can strike you inside and you will experience perfection in the world.
→ Every act, every thought, every moment not addressed to me is rubbish, promotion of illusion, unworthy choice of you and me, sin, if you like this word.
→ Look for new words to tell the truth, to announce me and my love.
→ The knowledge of our relationship, our nature and the nature of the world, frees you from the slavery that oppresses you in the material world.
→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.
→ My choice, my love does not change.
→ If you forget me, you lose yourself in thin air.
→ Time only makes sense if you're looking for me, otherwise it's a disappointing emptiness.

Relative arguments