Tripio The Novel

How I found my mind, brewed some coffee and wrote a novel


   I am very protective of my mind. Not my brain. In order to appreciate this blog in its length and breadth, especially the few posts that don’t directly concern my crass, yet entertaining attempts to sell Tripio, that must be made clear. Take my brain, please. Take it and the five senses that it operates and reacts to.


   As for my mind. It is mine. All mine. The good, bad, happy and sad. It is all mine.

  Which brings me to my drowned phone device. Don’t ask me how I drowned my phone. All I will offer is that the bag of rice trick didn’t work for me. What does not work in the phone recovery process is not saving your icloud passwords and such. Because, as you all know, the process of recovering everything you have on that device is way more complicated than it needs to be.

   But it shouldn’t be. When did this happen? When did we give the important information in our  minds to someone else? We should not have to endure questions from ATT, 5/3rd bank, Facebook and countless other entities to access what was once kept in our quite capable minds. 

   I propose that we each have a unique code that requires them to access our minds. No, I am not ripping off Philip K. Dick, just placing value on the most powerful, unique and wonderful thing we all possess: our own minds.

    I say powerful because the ATTs. FBs, banks, etc. are nothing without what it is in there. They need our thoughts. They exist because we put our minds into thoughts that can be acted upon by them. If we keep what is ours where it is accessible only by us, when we need it (ex. When I used to know people’s phone numbers) then drowning a phone device would not be so stressful. Then, what we have in our minds is accessible only with our permission, not the other way around. Doesn’t that make more sense? I think that ATT, FB et al should be contacting me to confirm their identity and trying to remember how to access my thoughts, my mind, so they can take actions created by them. The all say that they are working for us, it’s time to prove it. They need to call, text or email me for permission to get at and use my mind, not the other way around.

                                  May I help who’s next?

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