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Everybody walks through a strange and beautiful existence in which we only know one thing: we must love.



The highest value of life is the respect to the human beings. What is the surest truth? No doctrine. Only the love.  Nobody is so sure of knowing anything as to kill or harm anyone because an idea or a dissent. No word is as bad as the fact of killing or harming someone. No word is so terrible that a person should be killed because of it. The fanatics should ask themselves the cause of their sureness, and probably they will discover that there's no assuredness. Everybody walks through a strange and beautiful existence in which we only know one thing: we must love. This is our only reliability, we have to love persons, because every person is the closest thing to God.
The faith of those who kill reveals its own falsehood. No God could never love anyone who kills any other one because any word, or any sin, or any mistake. The true God, if it exists, only can be a love's God. We have its seed inside, and we know this self-evident truth: every person, man or woman, christian or muslim or jew or atheist, old or young, saint or sinner... all of them are the closest thing to God, all of them are the most worthy realities of the universe.

Women and men have been created to be free, to build their own lifes upon the freedom and the love. They are infinitely dignified, and their hearts are loved by God, whatever religion they have, whatever idea of God they have.  

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