Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ My children don't feel loved.

→ Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

→ Your whole life is busy, revolves around empty, non-existent things, nothingness, loses sight of existing things, such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence.

→ Whoever finds me, finds, reaches peace, justice, purity, full light, full love, the freedom to truly be a child who moves, acts, walks in me and in love.

→ What surrounds man is disappointing and illusory.

→ The world strikes you, confuses you, upsets you, deceives you and seduces you.

→ Every son must leave the world behind, what makes him unstable, confused, and deprives him of the eternity that belongs to him.
→ Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.

→ My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.

→ My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
→ 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.
→ Too much makes you worry, too little leads you to unawareness.

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

→ Recognizing their poverty in the world, they understand well that the world deceives them and makes them do things that are not theirs.

→ The world conditions my children, creates for my children what seduces them and what will fall down with the being of my children.

→ Do not get tired.

→ Do not love the illusion.

→ You are conditioned, bombed and involved by the world.

→ Get rid of what torments you or makes you fall, because everything is supported by this love, I am the eternal rock, the pillar, the primary column and nothing can hurt you or fall you down.

→ Do not be fooled by the world, because in that state you can not be happy, in joy, because the world seduces and destroys.

Recurrences in the text

→ My children don't feel loved.
→ Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
→ Your whole life is busy, revolves around empty, non-existent things, nothingness, loses sight of existing things, such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence.
→ Whoever finds me, finds, reaches peace, justice, purity, full light, full love, the freedom to truly be a child who moves, acts, walks in me and in love.
→ What surrounds man is disappointing and illusory.
→ The world strikes you, confuses you, upsets you, deceives you and seduces you.
→ Every son must leave the world behind, what makes him unstable, confused, and deprives him of the eternity that belongs to him.
→ My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.
→ My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
→ My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
→ Recognizing their poverty in the world, they understand well that the world deceives them and makes them do things that are not theirs.
→ The world conditions my children, creates for my children what seduces them and what will fall down with the being of my children.
→ Do not get tired.
→ Do not love the illusion.
→ You are conditioned, bombed and involved by the world.
→ Get rid of what torments you or makes you fall, because everything is supported by this love, I am the eternal rock, the pillar, the primary column and nothing can hurt you or fall you down.
→ Do not be fooled by the world, because in that state you can not be happy, in joy, because the world seduces and destroys.

Relative arguments