The Confession of St Augustine of Hippo & ~fonz jm

This is what is loves in friends, and loves so mych that a man's conscience condemns him if he does not love the person who loves him, looking for nothing but indications of his love.
From this comes mourning when on dies, the blackness of sorrow, the soaking of the heart in tears, all sweetness turned into bitterness, and with the loss of the life of the dying, the "Death" of the living.
Blessed is the man who loves you, his friends in you, and his enemy for your sake.
For he alone loses none dear to him, if all are dear in him, who cannot be lost.
And who is that but our God, the God who made heaven and earth, and fills them, even by filling them [with himself], creating them?
None lose you but the one who leaves you.
And in leaving you, where does he flee but from you well-pleased to you displeased?
For where does he not find your law fulfilled in his own punishment?
And your law is truth and you are truth yourself.

from the Confession of St Augustine of Hippo

is sad for me to see someone to die
to pass on from this earthly pleace
and i myself is called to be deattach from many things that are from here
cause i cant bring all to the next world
is hard for me to die to myself for so many people
in this world no one can be trusted only God himself
those who are searching the meaning of life
pray about it and see the world
then you will know what is good and bad for you
the things of this world you totally different from the things of the next world
live in the next world NOW
then to wait till you die

the Confession of ~fonzZz josemaria

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