Each encounter is tender sweetness and love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements, in which there is nothing, absolutely nothing.
- → This emptiness, this absence of substance, of reason, of heart, makes you slaves, prisoners of an empty world, which makes you believe you are deficient, exploits your deficiencies, makes you do what it wants.
- → In the world my children fight to affirm themselves, to fulfill themselves in love, they discover that I, the father, am there for them, with them, in hiding, in silence, they can see me, they find a light that is first small, then large, dazzling , which makes them mine and mine alone.
- → Every attitude, thought, act of love towards me is the realization accomplished, achieved.
- → The greatest wonder I have done is you, my beloved sons.
- → This love is accomplished and revealed wonder.
- → The purpose, the end of my children's existence, is the love between me and them discovered, sought, recognized, appeared, accomplished and realized.
- → The fulfilled son realizes me as father and he as son, reaching what he was created for, he knows love, me, himself, eternity, my face, the father in all his essence, depth, up to the the most eternal part, he knows now that he lives only for me, the father, and he comes with me.
- → My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
- → The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
- → Too much makes you worry, too little leads you to unawareness.
Relative arguments