If I, God, love you and allow you to face such a difficulty, my correctness implies that you are immense, divine, similar to me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Now every piece of your life is crushed, you live a life broken by hate, falsity, seduction, vanity, by that world which makes you living as prisoners and not as children.
- → 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.
- → I participate in all that you live in the world, your joys and your sorrows.
- → All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.
- → 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.
- → Look at me, listen to me when I call you by name, whenever you can't deal with situations, you lose control of every action, in every need.
- → I desire that you never lose your or my identity, that you are with me in everything you do, that in every action of yours, even for a moment, I am there, you meet me and you love me.
- → If you forget me, if you neglect me, if you detach yourself from me, you lose yourself in the nothingness of the world, which is not life, is not worthy of you, of what I give you existence for.
- → When you forget me you lose yourself too, you are alienated, robbed of your identity, alien to yourself, forbidden by the truth.
Relative arguments