I, the Lord God, speak to your heart, I speak to you inside every day with the sweetness, love and delicacy of a father.

I, the Lord God, speak to your heart, I speak to you inside every day with the sweetness, love and delicacy of a father.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ I, the Lord God, speak to your heart, I speak to you inside every day with the sweetness, love and delicacy of a father.

→ Listen to me.

→ Come to me only with love.

→ Get rid of the old man.

→ Open yourselves to me, to the novelty and love that I am.

→ Give yourselves to me completely in love.

→ You will find me in love.

→ Certain love is eternal and there I am fully.

→ When you practice conscious contact with me, you can see the enormous force that tries to distract you and subdue you.

→ In the world, humanity is drugged, in a deep state of unawareness.

→ You have no good reason to neglect me, for what I am, what I can, what the world is and what you are.

→ Because of your coming from a state of unconsciousness you may tend to forget me, to get caught up in other thoughts, but every time you think of me it is an act of love.

→ A moment of love with me is worth more than a life lost in ignoring me, in nothing.

Recurrences in the text

→ I, the Lord God, speak to your heart, I speak to you inside every day with the sweetness, love and delicacy of a father.
→ Listen to me.
→ Come to me only with love.
→ Get rid of the old man.
→ Open yourselves to me, to the novelty and love that I am.
→ Give yourselves to me completely in love.
→ You will find me in love.
→ Certain love is eternal and there I am fully.
→ When you practice conscious contact with me, you can see the enormous force that tries to distract you and subdue you.
→ In the world, humanity is drugged, in a deep state of unawareness.
→ You have no good reason to neglect me, for what I am, what I can, what the world is and what you are.
→ Because of your coming from a state of unconsciousness you may tend to forget me, to get caught up in other thoughts, but every time you think of me it is an act of love.
→ A moment of love with me is worth more than a life lost in ignoring me, in nothing.

Relative arguments