Whoever loves me, loves in a dialogue of light all that is mine, himself and this love that he lives.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I'm leading you, trust me, don't strain yourself, be calm.
- → You've tried very well how heavy it is to be guided by men, now observe how light my guidance is, just trust me.
- → If you help someone, do it gracefully and lightly, like I do to you.
- → Living with me, even in the world, is another thing, a good thing.
- → The world imposes considerable limits and illusions on you, which you must experience and which one day will appear to you for what they are, little, nothing, a game compared to what I give you.
- → This world proclaims and makes us experience the temporariness and precariousness of everything, in the false perspective of the final victory of pure nothingness, of total annihilation.
- → Nothing in the world is worth as much as being with me, the ambiguous and the true have nothing in common, they are strangers.
- → The cosmic illusion continually attacks you through all that of it to which you attach yourself, beginning with the body, yet this illusion, however great it may be, can do nothing to you.
Relative arguments