Among my children, someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts, they love nonexistent platforms, vain, useless things of the world, they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ The world is a fictitious building , based on selfishness , that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children , identity , love and thoughts .→ Among my children , someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts , they love nonexistent platforms , vain , useless things of the world , they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts .
→ All the game in the world , all the power of illusion tries to influence what you believe , your way of knowing , but it can not change your nature .→ This pain , this illusion has no sense or outlet in itself , it is functional to your awakening , to ignite your intelligence and your love for the truth .→ The experience of the world is an illusion , it conditions you continuously , with an enormous amount of false information since your childhood , since you could not recognize it.→ The world is by nature fragile , temporary , constantly trying to delude and disappoint you, to convince you that you have its nature , that you are fragile , temporary , and you belong to it.
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