Every man can find me, be free in truth, in joy and especially in love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → You fight, act disorderly, confusingly, sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish.
- → I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.
- → 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.
- → You are loved children, but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love, but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
- → Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
- → I am not poverty.
- → 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.
Recurrences in the text
- → Do not get tired of looking.
- → Do not worry with thoughts which deceive and disappoint you.
- → I know your insecurities, frailties that are broken down with me and your love.
- → Every man can find me, be free in truth, in joy and especially in love.
- → You fight, act disorderly, confusingly, sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish.
- → I know your afflictions and your fears of love.
- → My children don't feel loved.
- → Once my child has recognized the love, he lives in joy, in certainty, the existence of man changes and turns.
- → The man deluded by the world ignores my love for something that is nonexistent and he does not understand what exists.
- → 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.
- → What surrounds man is disappointing and illusory.
- → The world strikes you, confuses you, upsets you, deceives you and seduces you.
- → Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.
- → 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 conditions my children, creates for my children what seduces them and what will fall down with the being of my children.
Relative arguments