My loving nature, my being love, pushes me to create, to a becoming of love.

My loving nature, my being love, pushes me to create, to a becoming of love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

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→ To love me is to choose me in your conscience, to know me very close, always accessible.

→ I am always with you, and knowing this is a great good for you, but this continuity is not bound by what you experience.

→ I am much closer and more intimate to you than your sensations, which are signs, of your body, a shell, of much of what you thought you were, that is, an external construction mediated with the world.

→ Sooner or later, in his time, every man sees the illusion of the world.

→ My loving nature, my being love, pushes me to create, to a becoming of love.

→ Every choice has the same nature as its object, it loves its object, unites and adapts to 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.
→ A being of the world cannot recognize the ambiguity of the world.
→ The ambiguity of the world destroys what belongs to it and highlights the futility of choosing it.

→ Observe the darkness of the world and the light of love, choose between them, discover who you are like and who you belong to.

→ The truth is eternal, the illusion is temporary.

→ The unconscious experience of the world deludes and weighs down your nature.

→ The strength of the world proclaims temporariness, tends to distance you from the truth, to chain you to its conditioning, to make you suffer.

→ Men differ temporarily in what they know, they do not differ in who they are.

Recurrences in the text

→ To love me is to choose me in your conscience, to know me very close, always accessible.
→ I am always with you, and knowing this is a great good for you, but this continuity is not bound by what you experience.
→ I am much closer and more intimate to you than your sensations, which are signs, of your body, a shell, of much of what you thought you were, that is, an external construction mediated with the world.
→ Sooner or later, in his time, every man sees the illusion of the world.
→ My loving nature, my being love, pushes me to create, to a becoming of love.
→ Every choice has the same nature as its object, it loves its object, unites and adapts to it.
→ The ambiguity of the world destroys what belongs to it and highlights the futility of choosing it.
→ Observe the darkness of the world and the light of love, choose between them, discover who you are like and who you belong to.
→ The truth is eternal, the illusion is temporary.
→ The unconscious experience of the world deludes and weighs down your nature.
→ The strength of the world proclaims temporariness, tends to distance you from the truth, to chain you to its conditioning, to make you suffer.
→ Men differ temporarily in what they know, they do not differ in who they are.

Relative arguments