Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.

Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

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→ 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.

→ Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.

→ 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.

→ 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.

→ 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.

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

→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.

→ Do not get tired.

→ Do not love the illusion.

→ My sons, knock down your insecurities, every illusion and disappointment, destroy what causes pain, poverty and deception, free yourself from what hurts you, reflecting in silence that evil can not do anything because I am the only, immortal and indestructible certainty.

→ For me, it is better to see my son worrying sweetly for me and not brutally for the world.
→ Nothing in the world is yours.
→ Do not be robbed by the world.
→ Annihilate the darkness of the world's illusion.
→ You are God in this world.
→ Light up the world in those who need it.
→ Love the light that the world does not have.

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

→ This life passes and escapes.

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

Recurrences in the text

→ 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.
→ Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.
→ 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.
→ 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.
→ 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.
→ Recognizing their poverty in the world, they understand well that the world deceives them and makes them do things that are not theirs.
→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.
→ Do not get tired.
→ Do not love the illusion.
→ My sons, knock down your insecurities, every illusion and disappointment, destroy what causes pain, poverty and deception, free yourself from what hurts you, reflecting in silence that evil can not do anything because I am the only, immortal and indestructible certainty.
→ 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.
→ This life passes and escapes.
→ You are conditioned, bombed and involved by the world.

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