Happy are those who seek truth, who live in truth and recognize the absolute and eternal truth that I am.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
Recurrences in the text
- → The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
- → True love is incorruptible.
- → Happy are those who seek truth, who live in truth and recognize the absolute and eternal truth that I am.
- → Blessed are my children who allow themselves to be transformed, molded by me, who abandon themselves, trust me, because I desire the greatest good and love for them.
- → I want love in abundance, to fill and overflow every my container.
- → Happy are those who continually desire me as a father, they feel and wish to be children.
- → I wanted, and not cruelty, that my child alone would seek me with what I put into his being son, that with his thoughts, heart, reason he would find, discover in joy me and the only beauty between me father and him child.
- → My sons now live lost, one day they will understand much more, who I am, where I come from, infinite things, that every son understands, if he abandons himself completely in me, that I am God and above all father.
- → Do not look for things that do not last.
- → Look for me, who am eternal.
- → I am here for every man, for every son, I do not treat him with contempt or cruelly, I treat him as a son, with love and generosity.
- → You are conditioned, bombed and involved by the world.
Relative arguments