Things in the world can only be partially loved, but my love is very different.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The world does everything, works in every way, with extraordinary efficiency, to distract you from me.
- → If you understand who I am, how much I love you and what the world is, you can understand how much you mean to me.
- → Every knowledge is the relationship between what is known and who knows, it is subjective, but my subjectivity expresses the absolute truth.
- → If your knowledge tends to mine, you find the truth, and for that purpose you exist.
- → Your destiny is to live and be as I am, and it will come true if and when you want it.
- → When you reach a good level of truth you can no longer abandon it.
Recurrences in the text
- → The efficiency of the game of the world, which from its inside inevitably becomes a tragedy, is so great that only those who discover their divine nature can defeat it.
- → What is of the world is conditioned by the world.
- → When you reach a good level of truth you can no longer abandon it.
- → If and when you know who you're, you can let go, you can trust me, love me and let me act.
- → Love me and make me happy.
- → This force was already in you, but it emerges if you want it until you see the illusion of the world.
- → Every level of love is pleasing to me in its time.
- → Finding the right level of commitment is already a good value.
- → If you let yourself get caught, you'll end up joining the voices of the world.
- → If you trust me, you feel safe.
- → You suffer a lot as long as you're attached to the world, to the rules, overbearing or passive.
- → My love is infinite, unconditional, it cannot be influenced, it does not depend on events.
- → Remember me, let me live in you.
- → I call you in every way, with joys, sorrows and all sorts of events.
- → A serene faith is worth more than absurd or unbalanced sacrifices, rigid forms or hard rules.
- → Things in the world can only be partially loved, but my love is very different.
Relative arguments