I jabbed my computer to 'on' just shortly after my feet hit the floor this morning...then off to the bathroom, and on to the kitchen to put water on for chai. When I returned to my desk, the monitor displayed a familiar message. “Your trial has expired,' it whispered to me insistently. And so began a morning rumination on those four words.
My first thoughts featured me as the one on trial. I saw my dalliances with existence as trials...not the hard-to-bear kind, but the let's-see-how-this-works kind. And those dalliances have gone on for what seems like forever; I have been living a series of experiments with being. They have been just that...experiments. I have tried this, attempted that, tinkered with other things. My approach has been sometimes interesting, often frustrating, and sometimes just boring.
So, my trial has expired, huh? Well, I guess I could expire as well...or...I might just get down to the real thing. I might really live, truly know, actually be.
I think it is time to be. My trial has expired.
