I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I love my children , I know that my children love me, they already possess love , they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world .→ The children I have created are driven to know eternity , to reach eternity by experiencing the world , the flesh , all the absurd conditions , situations , choices that the world has imposed in a hard , impatient and cruel way .→ I do not condition my sons .→ Love me infinitely , without conditions , at any time of life .→ This path leads man to his real fullness , to minimize the world and any harmful conditioning .
→ My children are fought , struggling in the vanity of confusion , not living in intelligence , living in misery , wandering in places , thoughts that do not exist , that they can not recognize , because every day the world seduces , fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile .→ Your whole life is busy , revolves around empty , non-existent things , nothingness , loses sight of existing things , such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence .→ The realized son finally accomplished everything he wanted , for which he lived to know me, can understand the parts of his life he thought empty , he fills that nonexistent vacuum , he is completely alive , true , full , shining and brilliant .→ Now the man finds the welfare , the harmony which he has sought in his life , he feels really free , in peace , in justice , in love , as a loved child , he knows with certainty to be loved , does not think to be useless , he walks and realizes with me.
→ 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 .
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