To love me is simple, it is to be yourself, because you exist for my love and to love me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My child like you pursues, needs to reach a tormented, sick love, that is not, does not exists, does not make happy and that is the world.
- → Every day my child awaits moments of greater love, that will not come without me, he fights and survives in the torments of the flesh and the world.
- → 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.
- → Observe the always present truth, by nature still and eternal, even in illusion.
- → This world with its traps is illusion without love.
- → The world is an evanescent illusion, it seems beautiful, but if you love it, it poisons you, but not permanently.
- → You are called to choose between the absolute truth and the illusion of the world, the worst of drugs.
- → Pain is illusory.
- → Do not love lying, the great thief, the world, illusion, not being.
Relative arguments