Jesus, my reality.
Eschatological world, the world of transfiguration, is nothing compared with the transfiguring God.
Everything will be Christ, that is adoration and perfect praise.
Lord, hurt me with Your glory and may rivers of alive water flow from my wound for all the men. May them flow towards the Sky.
During the life we have to contrast all the depressive impulses existing in our psyche, not to be flattened, in the final moment, by that absolutely depressive state, that is caused by death.
Spirit, toughen up by faith and hope, can clear the anguish of death and get, in death, beyond it.
In order to do this, it is necessary to react to a meteorologically depressive climate.
Death is a very quick tunnel. The one who is used to darkness will keep seeing dark even beyond the tunnel, even in the middle of the sun, that explodes around and into you.
Christ is the Absolute path, He is God because He is Path.
Blue craters in the purest purity of clouds.
On the cactus of anti-euthanasia the bewitched “ratza” guffaws.
Aliter Bavarian Crudelia.
The trombone accuses Pannella of trombonism.
Ferrara, the lecher of ideas. The intellectual of the organ.
The organ “Il Foglio”.
In the Welby version, the prolifist would fake the pro-euthanasia.
Jesus, Christ, Life from Life.
It is quite clear. People who still want to believe, will choose the most sexually tolerant faith among the several faiths. Instead they will reject the sex-phobic faiths. America is a paradigmatic case.
In short. Among the several religions the one that includes men from the sexual point of view, is about to succeed.
Those who die have to face the problem Light. Yes, the Light has to be faced.
When with its violence death breaks down their caves, bats of spirit are thrown in the light of the sun and got blinded.
This congeniality with darkness, violenced by God, is the hell.
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