All that you really are is perfectly whole, beyond what belongs to time in the world and you will abandon in the world.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Even from that mud, from that misery I can transform, change everything in light, because the world is null and nothing.
- → I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.
- → The world can not give you anything, it gives you only an empty, hypocrite, false, seductive, vain existence and life.
- → Nothing gets lost or mislaid, because the world is nothing.
- → Even the world will move away from you if it does not find prey, if it finds victorious men, who live in me and for me.
- → To know me is not difficult or complicated, because I am not complicated.
- → Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.
- → Now the son feels and lives every moment in love, because he has really known me in love, he is convinced, in awareness, in realization, my son, he understands me, the love he has inside and outside.
- → Loving is to meet me, to know me and to know oneself.
- → Your search in the world has ended and now you know who I am, who you are and what the world is.
- → The world is empty, uncertain, unreal, it's not your homeland, it has only a brief deceptive experience in common with you.
- → Let the world go its own way, towards nothingness, according to its destiny, not to waste time and energy in trying to conquer it, possess it, save it or enjoy it more than much.
- → Play with the world if you want, but don't you stick to it and don't serve it.
- → I am everything and you are mine, worthy of my love and my presence.
- → The world is a fictitious building, based on selfishness, that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children, identity, love and thoughts.
- → Among my children, someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts, they love nonexistent platforms, vain, useless things of the world, they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts.
Relative arguments