Friday, February 28, 2025

Artistic Essay by Ben Bussewitz



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Ben Bussewitz

Philosophy Paper

February 2025

A Way of Writing in Sand

            People search, wonder, stumble upon, discover, and sometimes it comes true.  Love, meaning, and truth to all that they inquire upon and see in terms of that which is loving meaningful, and true.  Beyond the river blue.  Open horizons in any direction everywhere-wide and narrow and straight, right on through; and then they shout from above the mountaintop sunrise, within the light of their pretty blue or green or sunflower jasper hazel eyes, thank goodness for the azure blue brimming with sediments-of-the-cascading pink and rose-unto-silver violet and Mozart-royal and Beethoven-cue, right on cue.  And as they shine out their colors, all the colors spin and then they slant and fall down in every direction.  Wherever they go, the light is shining.  It shines right on through.  It shines in every direction.  It shines in every color too. In all there is, there is white light, grey, and sequin, shouting out and brimming, sequoias of life and liturgy turning forth in time and vibing with the bright vibrant vibrations of all they are and want to be for their best wishes, hopes, and dreams.

            That is to say: when one looks at life a certain way, in cylindrical retrospect, in the hope they turn forth unto their sequences of transpiring events, from the beginning of their life unto where they stand, with their hope that is as great as Luther Jr. looking beyond the mountaintops, beyond the rooftops of the sky, as diligent and heartfelt as Malcolm’s by-any-means’ categories of flavor in the blue-cloud-nimbus, as far forward as the entreaties of the building-block civilizational hills, beyond all categories, in the wholeness of sound and color and taste and touch, as it fills up the life of, as Ghandi wisely puts it, the children of God, and as I extend that metaphor, the children of God, or, the people of the third planet away from the sun, when looking within to the life surrounds, and the whishing-and-whispering wind and moments, one can see, as she or he reflects in the pleasant calmness of introspection with one’s clear pretty blue or green or sunflower jasper eyes, the way of one’s life is that she or he is, in the core of who the person is, all their central momentum of all the person has understood forever— that she or he is aiming to carry out goodness in terms of objective truth, meaning, and love, and they are carrying that out selflessly, even at moments that might trip them up, even at moments in which they get a little out of hand, get a little tongue-in-cheek, lose her or his best interest, the individual is momentarily found in the home of wanting to be good in some way or some other, and this is well-understood.  Aristotle, a man who lived before I was even a kid— he incisively stated that happiness and the good are that for which all interactions, decisions, and thoughts of humankind are aimed.  People aim to do good things, whether it is directly or indirectly, laden with goodness or benign, whether laughing to the bank or chasing their way in rhymes.

            In other words: the way in which all things are well-understood is in the all-knowing eye of truth.  The Sphinx has that.  I do too.  So can you! And you can for song and dance, or whatever floats the bubble to the water well-fed in the kindly fragrant, gladly esteemed color of you.

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