My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Each of my children becomes a ghost that wanders along deceptive roads, does not recognize his and my identity, possesses a not vain, great love, throws himself into extreme choices, lets himself be overwhelmed by the evil that the world has taught him to travel, he does not recognize the beauty of God the Father, the love between father and son, he is clouded by something apparent, which is fixed deeply in his thoughts, in his memory, he is unable to work for my kingdom, for himself, not he knows what possesses him and harms him.
- → What belongs to the world neglects eternal things, immortal for me, which are not eternal, are not immortal for the world, it is vanity, illusory, it neglects my son, love, thought, good, justice, peace , involves my son with insistence , takes away my son's reason, heart, harasses my son in thought, heart, reason, makes my son possess things that first seem beautiful in appearance, then turn out to be empty, poor.
- → Your search in the world has ended and now you know who I am, who you are and what the world is.
- → The world is empty, uncertain, unreal, it's not your homeland, it has only a brief deceptive experience in common with you.
- → Let the world go its own way, towards nothingness, according to its destiny, not to waste time and energy in trying to conquer it, possess it, save it or enjoy it more than much.
- → Play with the world if you want, but don't you stick to it and don't serve it.
- → I am everything and you are mine, worthy of my love and my presence.
Relative arguments