The universal reality of life in the Material Sludge is this―people come and go―the fork in the road marks the passing of yet another day.

Remember the first arrival―you came in alone, greeted by a smack on the bum―the first instance of pain, the awakening―leaving your mother's womb.

In what will seem like a mere instance, life on earth ends―as you too will inevitably die as a transition begins once again, making your way through the game of life, sometimes with other and sometimes alone. In what will seem like a mere instant, life on Earth ends―as you too will inevitably die, and a transition begins once again as you move through the game, in which this Material Sludge is, in fact, a quantum field known as the Earth zone.

Indeed, in this particular instance, simulated human existence is a highly advanced level of the game.

Contemplate this principle when interacting with others―or, as the Japanese say, ichigo ichie―and by doing so, you will take part of the sadness away.Sometimes it is circumstance that ends the chance to ever meet again―the fork in the road where sibling-like relationships come to an end, inevitably, time is over again.

Upon realizing that life on Earth is the ultimate game, you begin to ponder the notion that all things are part of a simulation―and that you, in some way, are in play.

This is when you become grateful―to have said hello, to have loved a stranger who became like a Japanese sister―until, once again, the fork in the road appears beyond your control, taking your little sister away to another place, where you realize you may never see her again.Kaneko-chan, you will always hold a special place in this heart―you were an ally, my incidental sister, and a dear friend.

Together, we went through a bleak world―looking from the outside in―only to see the dark secret and hidden reality of the adopted family, a never-ending series of crises and unpleasant family calamities.

Forgive me for not having the opportunity to say goodbye to your dear father―I thoroughly enjoyed his company on the occasions we were able to meet. And please say yoroshiku once more from the bottom of the heart to your beloved mother, whom I will never meet again.

As life unfolds, your future remains untold―and my hope for you, as a wonderful human being and a sister, is that you keep your sense of humor, even as we moved through valleys of ennui.

I am eternally grateful to have met you―to have shared time as a team known as "others," inside the in-laws' family quantum field of broken dreams. So it is here that I bid you fair adieu, cherishing our shared memories as we continue on our separate journeys―offering you a hug and a wave at the fork in the road of our shared memory lane.