hundreds of years ago an apostle wrote what others call the Hymn to love.
Today many wished us the best wishes on the day of the journalist, but the truth as a neighbor I can not accept such a high honor. Personally I consider myself a mere child of this earth and eternity, which is to meet within their means, honoring the neighbor, with news that really grieve, to find solutions to their problems and needs.
Many years ago someone said, just know that I know nothing and that he personally add: "and only know what the neighbor wants to introduce me." This is why this day I write these lines paraphrase the Epistle to the Corinthians written by my neighbor and brother in the faith, Paul wrote
Although the prose, stories, news in all the languages \u200b\u200bof men and even the angels know me understand, if I do not love, love for what I do for the children, my neighbors, would like a medium that no one reads or hears, it would be like sounding brass or a tinkling bell.
If I have the gift of seeing the afterlife in the news, knew what future the world discovering the reason of the facts, in prophetic form, and discover all that is hidden to human reason with all the mysteries, but had so much faith to revive, heal, multiply the loaves, create jobs, move mountains, stop tsunamis, if I lack the passion for truth and love I am nothing.
If I give freely my knowledge, the neighbor, gave all my knowledge, everything I own and even sacrifice sleep, denied the time my family needs me and give my body for a noble cause, only to be praised not having love in my being, all this is vanity, I gain nothing.
To arrive at truth, justice, have passion, love for my neighbors to take their case to the courtroom, I must be patient and show understanding. Because ultimately the passion for truth and love is not jealous, does not appear, nor believes them.
My passion to know the truth, or not acting basely seek its own interests, not get carried away by anger and forget the bad. not rejoice at wrong on this earth, but rejoices in the truth alone. Endures and drag them all, to the knowledge of the blatant truths in a convincing yet, causing the recovery of credibility, and supporting all waiting around until justice is done.
The good news of the passion and love of neighbor in my heart never will, because that motivates me for being me, gave me life, so as not do the same for my neighbors. Science, inventions, knowledge, discovery and knowing what will come as the prophecies will lose its raison d'etre, because we all know, shut up our language and our wisdom will no longer because all will be one voice, language, and knowledge.
All our knowledge will be imperfect, and our geniuses will be limited, when we reach perfection, because the limited disappear. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I thought and reasoned like a child. But when I became a man, I put aside all things of a child. So in this moment we see things as we like, as in a mirror and you have bad guess. But the time that everything face to face. Now I know something of the truth, then I shall know the absolute truth and how I should really be known.
Now, everything is valid, faith, hope, passion, love, and so many other things to consider sublime, but all things in life is love with a passion for truth, for the good of all humanity, which will last for eternity. Federico Antonio
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