Look for new words to tell the truth, to announce me and my love.

Look for new words to tell the truth, to announce me and my love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

look for me

→ I want you and I will have you.

→ Every act, every thought, every moment not addressed to me is rubbish, promotion of illusion, unworthy choice of you and me, sin, if you like this word.

→ Look for new words to tell the truth, to announce me and my love.

→ My word frees from the illusion of the world.
→ The knowledge of our relationship, our nature and the nature of the world, frees you from the slavery that oppresses you in the material world.
→ Eternal life is fullness of love and light, a level of being that the physical dimension tries to obscure.
→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.

→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.

→ My choice, my love does not change.

→ Even the last man is always mine.

→ If you forget me, you lose yourself in thin air.
→ Time only makes sense if you're looking for me, otherwise it's a disappointing emptiness.
→ The more aware you are of me, the closer you are to yourself.
→ I'm your father and I take care of you, son.
→ I'm your father and I take care of you, son, take care of me too.

→ Time only makes sense if you're looking for me, otherwise it's a disappointing emptiness.

→ To sell off one's infinite dignity for what disappears as soon as it appears, worsens one's existence.

→ Our love is the infinite cause and purpose of your being and of your momentary pain.

→ Now it's up to you to perform the miracle, to realize my project, to prefer me to the world and love me.

Recurrences in the text

→ I want you and I will have you.
→ Every act, every thought, every moment not addressed to me is rubbish, promotion of illusion, unworthy choice of you and me, sin, if you like this word.
→ Look for new words to tell the truth, to announce me and my love.
→ The knowledge of our relationship, our nature and the nature of the world, frees you from the slavery that oppresses you in the material world.
→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.
→ My choice, my love does not change.
→ Even the last man is always mine.
→ If you forget me, you lose yourself in thin air.
→ Time only makes sense if you're looking for me, otherwise it's a disappointing emptiness.
→ To sell off one's infinite dignity for what disappears as soon as it appears, worsens one's existence.
→ Our love is the infinite cause and purpose of your being and of your momentary pain.
→ Now it's up to you to perform the miracle, to realize my project, to prefer me to the world and love me.

Relative arguments