To sell off one's infinite dignity for what disappears as soon as it appears, worsens one's existence.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I, Lord God, look at you with tenderness, I join you in your torments, in your choices, at every moment, always, I never break from you, I never break the love for you, I know your disappointments, as you live in this world that does not love you and does not belong to you.
- → When I see my tormented children, I understand their difficulties, that there is light but they do not see it, that I am there, but they prefer to me what belongs to the world and to the flesh.
- → I recognize the difficulties of my children in seeking me, finding me, discovering this love, in their thoughts and in love.
- → My children fatigue for nothing.
- → My children are in charge of weights, burdens that oppress them everywhere, making them seduced, enraged, and attracted to nonexistent things.
- → My children feel alone in wandering, in search of satisfying their existence, love they seek with force and they do not find in the world.
- → So my children become part of a wrong degree of knowledge.
- → My children are wandering pilgrims in the world, which does not know them, it has not heart, it does not think them like me and with my love intensity.
- → I do not reproach my children for the difficulties and weakness they encounter.
Relative arguments