Only those who love can see the game of love in the events of the world.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
Recurrences in the text
- → Unawareness is a state of false being that tends to replicate, it is contagious.
- → Only those who love can see the game of love in the events of the world.
- → Desire without hatred the end of your pain, the murderous evil.
- → Resist the game of the world.
- → Being with me is your life.
- → If you forget me, if you neglect me, if you detach yourself from me, you lose yourself in the nothingness of the world, which is not life, is not worthy of you, of what I give you existence for.
- → In addition, pain has a significant subjective factor, the difference between what you want and what happens, a difference on which man can gradually intervene.
- → In itself, every event in the world is meaningless and worthless.
- → If you don't know me and how I feel about you, you'll hardly recognize the world's deception on your mind.
- → In the fight for awakening you can see the enormous power of illusion and your changes in the face of events.
- → If you go beyond the world you find me, our love, yourself, you can see the game of the world and smile at it.
- → The ambiguity of the world makes it impossible for the correct knowledge of the world on the part of what belongs to it and by those who believe they belong to it.
- → Our love is invincible, eternal like you and me.
- → The malignity of the world is amplified, not caused, by the man who ignores it, deceived, possessed, drugged by the world, in a state of painful slavery.
- → I allow this pain in view of a project of infinite love, that overturns and transcends life in the world.
- → The world is empty, uncertain, unreal, it's not your homeland, it has only a brief deceptive experience in common with you.
- → When you see what the world is like for me, you'll have a good laugh.
- → When you are assailed by any doubt, son, embrace me, the father, and any doubt will disappear with my warmth of father.
Relative arguments