You can and must choose me, and you will do it.

You can and must choose me, and you will do it.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ Evaluate everything and choose what your love, your time and your intelligence deserves.

→ Things, events and bodies do not count, are not worth, they are nothing.

→ Burn and do not weaken.

→ Every act, every thought, every moment not addressed to me is rubbish, promotion of illusion, unworthy choice of you and me, sin, if you like this word.

→ Feed on me and live eternity.

→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.

→ You can and must choose me, and you will do it.

→ Even the last man is always mine.

→ If you forget me, if you neglect me, if you detach yourself from me, you lose yourself in the nothingness of the world, which is not life, is not worthy of you, of what I give you existence for.

→ I love you and that's all that matters.
→ The world is for man an ambiguous mystery, unknowable and unpossessable.
→ To attach oneself to the world, to try to know and possess that which you cannot, generate pain, the oblivion of oneself, the enslavement to that which is by nature inferior.
→ To sell off one's infinite dignity for what disappears as soon as it appears, worsens one's existence.
→ Recognizing everything for what it is produces a lot of fruit.
→ Don't leave me for anything in the world, don't put anything before eternity.

→ I advise you lovingly not to neglect me.

→ If you want, you can choose me, spend your time looking for me.

→ I'm with you and I love you, trust you and me and our love.

→ I love you and you are worthy of it, because I wanted it, by my will you are my son.

Recurrences in the text

→ Evaluate everything and choose what your love, your time and your intelligence deserves.
→ Things, events and bodies do not count, are not worth, they are nothing.
→ Burn and do not weaken.
→ Every act, every thought, every moment not addressed to me is rubbish, promotion of illusion, unworthy choice of you and me, sin, if you like this word.
→ Feed on me and live eternity.
→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.
→ You can and must choose me, and you will do it.
→ Even the last man is always mine.
→ If you forget me, if you neglect me, if you detach yourself from me, you lose yourself in the nothingness of the world, which is not life, is not worthy of you, of what I give you existence for.
→ To sell off one's infinite dignity for what disappears as soon as it appears, worsens one's existence.
→ I advise you lovingly not to neglect me.
→ If you want, you can choose me, spend your time looking for me.
→ I'm with you and I love you, trust you and me and our love.
→ I love you and you are worthy of it, because I wanted it, by my will you are my son.

Relative arguments