I’m not supposed to talk to you, Miz, but given the depth of feeling involved and how often this is likely to come up I’ll explain as best I can for the community generally.
Morgana Tsukiyo is a fellow Achur seeker. We’re from different sects, but our traditions are similar enough that hers is probably distinct from Shuijing by only a couple points of doctrine (exactly which, I don’t yet know). Talking to her isn’t like talking to an animist or even just someone who seriously believes in the Creator. She could pretty much even be from my home monastery.
And she’s awful, in all the ways I try really hard not to be: arrogant, callous, prone to extremes. She’s got curiosity down, but otherwise it’s like she’s understood just enough of the teachings about the nature of this reality to decide that literally nothing matters, missing the flip-side of that particular coin.
Considering that I get accused of nihilism from time to time myself, watching someone whose belief system is so closely linked to mine representing us in such a way is … it’s hard to take. And the fact that she’s not completely unperceptive doesn’t help. In a way, we’re maddeningly similar: not least, we’re both too clever for our own good.
Also she thinks she’s ahead of me on the path, which, coming from someone like her, is especially grating.
And I even find myself wondering if … I envy her, a little. Her sense of freedom. The teachings aren’t a license to just do what you want, but she genuinely doesn’t seem to care, or suffer from her own disregard. I haven’t been able to avoid getting entangled in this world, while she seems largely free of it. It’s a psychopathic kind of freedom, but it’s freedom even so.
But I don’t think I’d be happy, being as she is.
She’s correct that now isn’t a very good time for me, but, even at the best of times, her attitude tends to grate. It’s not that she’s blithe and happy and uncaring so much; it’s that she’s so cheerful to show it all off. Look at me! I’m so enlightened I don’t give a rat’s left hind foot about anyone or anything! Whee!
I don’t know whether my predecessor would have liked her or hated her. But there’s a quality of inhumanity about it all, a sense of not only carrying the world lightly, as I try to, but washing her hands of it, and herself, and all of us, completely.
If I shrugged off the cares of this world, shrugged off the virtues, shrugged off even my humanity-- just accepted myself as a destructive force, or else just didn’t care WHAT my role was, and just prioritized satisfying my curiosity and ego and sensory wants-- would I be someone like her?
It’s an unanswerable question. I value these fetters too highly to try that kind of experiment. But it’s enough to make me want to pluck her from her serene and cloudless sky with a plasma rifle.