What does it mean to be James Tillich?

I ponder the non-existence of my being as one ponders a navel that has suddenly switched from front to back. It is still the same navel, but is it really? If something moves and no longer exists in the place it was known to exist previously, does it really exist?

You too can be James Tillich

Since James Tillich does not exist, that makes us all James Tillich. If you would like to post an entry to the blog, let me know and I'll send you the info you need to do so.

"We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust." Jalal ad-Din Rumi

Existence Is Subjective

The greatest absurdity one can commit is to state with any assurance that he or she does in fact, exist. I am an expert in non-existence. I've passed through the portals of Academia and had my skin so thoroughly removed in the process that my non-existence is now firmly blended with my sense of non-reality. As a result I've learned that freedom means nothingness. I do not exist therefore I cannot be contained. I am not visible, therefore I cannot be defined. Everything is within my reach. All things, because they are not real, are within my grasp. I can have it all and give up none of it. I am and become by not being and never becoming. I simple am (not).

I invite others who don't exist, who adhere to the spiritual and metaphysical truth of nothingness as a defining moment of non-existence, to post their irrelevant and meaningless musings here for the perusal and chewing of various interlopers, passersby, and academics. In nothingness there is freedom to be.

THE GREAT NOTHINGNESS LOVES YOU (but does it really matter?)