I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
Recurrences in the text
- → 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.
- → I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.
- → This need of love drives my children to look into the confusion and disorder of the world.
- → 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.
- → Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.
- → Love between me and you is not disappointing, it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.
- → This emptiness, this absence of substance, of reason, of heart, makes you slaves, prisoners of an empty world, which makes you believe you are deficient, exploits your deficiencies, makes you do what it wants.
- → Do not be fooled by the world.
- → Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.
- → My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.
- → The world conditions my children, creates for my children what seduces them and what will fall down with the being of my children.
- → Getting away from the father means appropriating of what is not of my son and to leave to the world what is of my son.
- → You are conditioned, bombed and involved by the world.
- → The world is not bigger than you.
- → I create and not destroy, love and not hate, and I am not the darkness in this dark world, because I am the light.
Relative arguments