My children are made to love and to be loved.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My sons, I desire from you a sweet, great, loving, new heart, that can discover, listen, love me, pure, discovering the beauty of being sons, strong, loving me sincerely, ardently, faithfully, transforming every obstacle and every action made in love, every pain in gift.
- → I am with you, talk to me, listen to me, love me, smile at the world and at the illusion that lasts a little and vanishes into nothingness.
- → I think of everything, you know I can do it, you've already tried it, you've had great, unexpected results doing little or nothing, and everything calmly.
- → If you can understand this, even in relation to you every temporary phenomenon is worth zero, you too is absolute, eternal, infinite.
- → Everything and nothingness are good and evil, they work before you, one to love you and the other to seduce you.
- → There is nothing you can do to become my son, you can only know that you are, because you have always been and always will be, but you can forget it.
Relative arguments