The son who can love me is always in love, in joy, in light, in harmony, in the balance, that makes him shine not so little, but so overwhelming and strong in his greatness, that he expands himself in light, in love and in joy, and that all his being lives in the light.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ 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