My children are not weak, fragile, they must recognize, understand that such poverty can be enriched in me, that all the miseries that surround them, overwhelm them, is not misery and is richness.

My children are not weak, fragile, they must recognize, understand that such poverty can be enriched in me, that all the miseries that surround them, overwhelm them, is not misery and is richness.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

your love

→ Finding me is not difficult or complicated.

→ Go and say that God exists, he is a father, that every man is a son, my son, a creature that belongs to me and will not be forgotten.

→ My children are not weak, fragile, they must recognize, understand that such poverty can be enriched in me, that all the miseries that surround them, overwhelm them, is not misery and is richness.

→ This love makes him fully acquainted with himself and me.

→ You fight, act disorderly, confusingly, sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish.
→ I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.
→ Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.
→ You are loved children, but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love, but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.

→ When I see my tormented children, I understand their difficulties, that there is light but they do not see it, that I am there, but they prefer to me what belongs to the world and to the flesh.

→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.

→ My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.

→ With this negative experience and in this difficult path, every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity, he knew the world, the power, the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible, because nonexistent, he looked at me, he saw that I am important, that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important, and he found me in trust and abandonment.

→ The road to the world was difficult, hard, because my child had not yet known what he had inside from the origin, what was important.

→ Happy you when your hearts palpitate for me, you acknowledge my majesty, my royalty, above all my sweetness of father and dad.

→ Each day I participate in your experiences, I realize the difficulties of this uncertain, unbalanced, limiting world, which intervenes on you in an invasive, ungrateful, uneducated manner and that drives man to be unworthy.

Recurrences in the text

→ Finding me is not difficult or complicated.
→ Go and say that God exists, he is a father, that every man is a son, my son, a creature that belongs to me and will not be forgotten.
→ My children are not weak, fragile, they must recognize, understand that such poverty can be enriched in me, that all the miseries that surround them, overwhelm them, is not misery and is richness.
→ This love makes him fully acquainted with himself and me.
→ Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.
→ When I see my tormented children, I understand their difficulties, that there is light but they do not see it, that I am there, but they prefer to me what belongs to the world and to the flesh.
→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.
→ My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.
→ With this negative experience and in this difficult path, every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity, he knew the world, the power, the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible, because nonexistent, he looked at me, he saw that I am important, that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important, and he found me in trust and abandonment.
→ The road to the world was difficult, hard, because my child had not yet known what he had inside from the origin, what was important.
→ Happy you when your hearts palpitate for me, you acknowledge my majesty, my royalty, above all my sweetness of father and dad.
→ Each day I participate in your experiences, I realize the difficulties of this uncertain, unbalanced, limiting world, which intervenes on you in an invasive, ungrateful, uneducated manner and that drives man to be unworthy.

Relative arguments