I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.

I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

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→ 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.

→ I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.

→ I desire children in the light, of the light, not tormented, who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.

→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.

→ Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.

→ Love between me and you is not disappointing, it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.

→ All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.

→ Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.

→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.

→ My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.

→ Getting away from the father means appropriating of what is not of my son and to leave to the world what is of my son.

→ For me, it is better to see my son worrying sweetly for me and not brutally for the world.

→ From every child, from every ruin of my child I build things that are not of the world, that are extraordinary events.

Recurrences in the text

→ 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.
→ I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.
→ I desire children in the light, of the light, not tormented, who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.
→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.
→ Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.
→ Love between me and you is not disappointing, it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.
→ All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.
→ Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.
→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.
→ My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
→ Getting away from the father means appropriating of what is not of my son and to leave to the world what is of my son.
→ For me, it is better to see my son worrying sweetly for me and not brutally for the world.
→ From every child, from every ruin of my child I build things that are not of the world, that are extraordinary events.

Relative arguments