To love me it is enough to believe in me, trust me, remember my love and our mutual belonging.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Do not love the illusion.
- → Don't love evil, don't think evil.
- → Do not love nothingness, that which does not exist, because it will not exist.
- → Do not love, do not want for you and do not look for things or relationships that are vain, false, empty, apparent, not sincere.
- → Do not love lying, the great thief, the world, illusion, not being.
Recurrences in the text
- → To love me it is enough to believe in me, trust me, remember my love and our mutual belonging.
- → Trust me, be calm and think of me with love.
- → Play with the world and smile at its traps, you're mine.
- → My words of love will spread and come true, because I am unlimited love.
- → The world opposes love, hates it and opposes it.
- → As long as it does not exceed the logic of the world, man despairs, but all this is temporary.
- → I love you all and everyone.
- → Come to me, let go of the world, its compromises, its ambiguities, its doubts and traps.
- → A hard game tests your trust and your love for me.
- → The world is so hard that you can't beat it inside, take it away from its malignancy, take it over and enjoy it as much as you want.
- → The hardness of the world is the door to your eternal salvation.
- → I love you and I always want you, don't worry.
- → In the world pain is a source of knowledge, pleasure is a source of illusion, the eye that neglects the eternal exchanges the true for the ambiguous.
- → The destroyer destroys himself and what belongs to him.
- → The world is trying to crush you, don't believe it, trust my love.
- → Love belongs to truth, it is inseparable from truth, if it is not eternal it is not love.
- → The world is an insubstantial structure, subject to destruction, and what belongs to it has the same characteristics.
- → Recognizing the existence of a dimension completely different from the world and one's belonging to it is for man a titanic, necessary work in which he discovers who he is.
Relative arguments