In this world you were born physically, you can born spiritually, know me and choose me in love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The visible does not last.
- → Everything in me is never appearance, it is clarity, purity, true love, manifest essence, reached only in the love between you and me, possible, which is kept alive with trust and the abandonment of being children and having me for a father.
- → Do not love, do not want for you and do not look for things or relationships that are vain, false, empty, apparent, not sincere.
Recurrences in the text
- → You belong to me, you're eternal, you're not of this world.
- → In this world you were born physically, you can born spiritually, know me and choose me in love.
- → You can win the world in terms of awareness, love, abandonment, trust and courage.
- → I love you and I want you with a desire that exceeds the sum of human emotions of all time.
- → If you feel overwhelmed by the forces of the world, know that my love is greater.
- → What I offer and give you exceeds anything you can imagine or want.
- → It makes me smile to see that you're still afraid.
- → Your journey through the world is drawing to a close, but you still let yourself be carried away by its illusions.
- → Wake up, my love.
- → The world has many ways, many traps to hit you, to induce you into a sense of negativity.
- → The events, the behaviors of others and your memories seem to converge to replicate in new forms previous pains.
- → Emotional, logical, sensory and physical traps combine in too many forms to deal with them directly.
- → You can't win the world directly.
- → Knowledge and love restore to you the truth that the world seeks in vain to obscure.
- → If you consider what you want in the world to be true or primary, if you try to control and condition what happens, you end up suffering a lot, because you cannot control the world.
- → If you try to adapt to what is happening by considering it true or valid, you end up being a victim, an incapable, a weak, at the mercy of anyone, fragmented, other than yourself.
Relative arguments