I love you all and everyone.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → To tempt the things of the world, or to hope that they will move the way you want them to, is still unsatisfactory because of their nature.
- → Pursuing what is uncertain is only and always disappointing, a waste of time and energy.
- → My certainty and truth, I know that you fully exist and I yearn for you and I belong beyond all illusions.
- → Every suffering calls you to return aware, to remember that every event in the world is empty, evanescent, non-existent, and we are real, eternal.
- → The cosmic illusion continually attacks you through all that of it to which you attach yourself, beginning with the body, yet this illusion, however great it may be, can do nothing to you.
Recurrences in the text
- → Understanding the world's evil in depth without knowing me can be awful.
- → Only eternity belongs to you.
- → Exchanging your eternity with the illusions of the world is a very bad deal, a very painful loss.
- → Your search in the world has ended and now you know who I am, who you are and what the world is.
- → Play with the world if you want, but don't you stick to it and don't serve it.
- → 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 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