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In the wound of non-love, we see an unconscious activity, to do evil. In the light of love, one laso sees the other poker like authority, honour, faithfulness and liberty, which are just ways of serving our brothers. If you love, you do not steal, give false witness, fornicate, you honor your father and mother, obey, work, and do good. If you don’t love, you are induced to throw yourself in adventures, which for centuries populations have done, making war, creating hunger, killing one another over the heaps of rubble, as if existence was given us to produce inexistence. If instead of losing time in hating one another and not in taking care of the others, if we had loved instead of the fall of empires, barbaric invasions, civil battles, fearful ruins, we would built, studies, pursued scientific and social progress:, we would have saved centuries of famine, plagues, fratricides. We would have brought down fortresses of ignorance… The lack of love leads to subdue harmless population and to justify racism and use torture and re-attempt to instate colonialism.
Igino Giordani, The only love, New City, Rome, 1974, p. 26
Sons of the same Father
If we put it in our heads that niggers and yellows are sons of the same Father, who loves them the way he loves us; and the others’ countries has to be respected the way we want ours to be respected, while awaiting for universal fraternity to recognise a sole country; and that those of the other party and another religion have been redeemed by the same blood of Jesus, and that facts worth the same infinite value of redemption, nationalism would no longer arise with the pennant of the heroes who have killed more “enemies,” nazism will no longer be needed, the outburst of the rottenness of closed minds (non-love fertilises stupidity) and the Muslims would not invade Europe and the Christians would no longer kill their brothers, due to the Holy Speulchre, and there would no longer be holy wars and even less, evil wars: the lives of youths will not be thrown amid the rushes and the swamps in the mud and on stones, food for ravens and ants. The youth would the life for which they were created.
Igino Giordani, The only love, New City, Rome, 1974, p. 26-27