I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.

I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ My children are lost in vanity, looking for love in vanity, bringing their existence to a love that is not there, to a happiness that does not exist in the vanity, it does not exist, but that exists only in me, that I am God and father.

→ Divert every single useless thought not directed towards me.

→ The world is vain, the uncertainty is vain.
→ Day after day I assist to your torments, thoughts and uncertainties which are not mine.
→ Work on you, on your fears, uncertainties, illusions, disappointments, and what you care about.
→ You are afraid of loving me.
→ Do not be afraid.
→ Come on, do not be afraid.

→ The world is overbearing, does not lead or attract you to me.

→ My love for you will be understood when you will free yourself from what the world overwhelms you.

→ You, children, need a huge quantity of love, which has not to be sought in the world, has to be sought in me, who am endless love.
→ The only need of true and certain love is me, God father.
→ I am here for this, to disentangle you, to fill this thirst and this need for love that no man can fill without me.
→ The need for me grows in those who approach me as much as the detachment from the world.
→ The need for infinite love that I have placed in you does not find a valid correspondence in the world.

→ 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.

→ My children don't feel loved.

→ I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.

→ 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.

→ 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.

→ The world strikes you, confuses you, upsets you, deceives you and seduces you.

→ Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.

→ Behold the father loves you, he will attract and upset your whole existence with his love.
→ I look to you with love, exist in the greatest and immense fullness of love.
→ For this truth one exists, this is the existence of every being.
→ The flesh does not exist.
→ Love between me and you is not disappointing, it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.
→ All my life is love.

→ My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.

→ Do not get tired.

Recurrences in the text

→ My children are lost in vanity, looking for love in vanity, bringing their existence to a love that is not there, to a happiness that does not exist in the vanity, it does not exist, but that exists only in me, that I am God and father.
→ Divert every single useless thought not directed towards me.
→ The world is vain, the uncertainty is vain.
→ The world is overbearing, does not lead or attract you to me.
→ My love for you will be understood when you will free yourself from what the world overwhelms you.
→ You, children, need a huge quantity of love, which has not to be sought in the world, has to be sought in me, who am endless love.
→ 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.
→ My children don't feel loved.
→ I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.
→ 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.
→ 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.
→ The world strikes you, confuses you, upsets you, deceives you and seduces you.
→ Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.
→ Love between me and you is not disappointing, it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.
→ My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
→ Do not get tired.

Relative arguments