Myself is game.

Myself knows that myself stays midst game.

Game itself is myself, and other one is appearing person in it.

True myself and false myself are true myself.

Truth of myself is made by lying myself, lying myself could leave it into someplace else, true myself must bethe same.

Though, true myself and lying myself are both lying myself.

Game identified with lie, truth meant game.

Game identified with love, game identified with honesty, game identified with bravery, game identified with rest.

Another game I gaze at myself staying in game.

You are seen to me, now.

I must be seen to you, perhaps.

Otherwise, not that could be the truth.

You seen to me could be just only my fantasy.

But it is truth as identified with fantasy. A form of game is not really a game.

Life is truth named game.

It's true lie. Lie is made by comprehension toward other one's presence indwelling myself.

Life continuation makes lier fatigue. For forgetting it, human needs E ros.

The human who is well at assimilating the one with group must meet another one is well at doing the same.

One outcast must meet another.

That's the truth but why it's so is unknown to anybody.

Meeting is game. That is the truth to give us that fantasy.

Fantasy, illusion and lie are all truth named so.

Surviving true lie, truth named lie is fiction named life.

It is nature, even if it'd be fiction.

It is necessity even if it'd be nature.

Human who makes necessity in nature, we who makes us human as truth game tasty presence.

What we need as life owner who live in lying tasty truth is love, it to being, only believing these are never game nor lie.

Apr. 19th.   2022, written in Japanese, translated into English at M ay. 28, 29th.   2022