I look at my children with light and love filling them.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My children are fought, struggling in the vanity of confusion, not living in intelligence, living in misery, wandering in places, thoughts that do not exist, that they can not recognize, because every day the world seduces, fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile.
- → The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.
- → My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.
- → The world in which you believe you are living is only an illusion, it does not really exist, forever, it is an ephemeral kingdom, empty, subject to destruction.
- → The nature of the world's things is ephemeral, ambiguous.
- → If you believe in me, in our bond, in indestructibility, you cannot take into account or worry about what is ephemeral.
- → Act within yourself, think of me present, take me into account, speak to me, love me, listen to me, do not allow what is ephemeral to steal your attention.
Relative arguments