I am Tang Sanzang, and I am also Wukong. From the moment the golden headband sank into my skull, two souls began taking turns in this body.
By day, I am a holy monk, clad in the Brocade Kasaya and chanting sutras of compassion as I watch that mischievous monkey scratch his head and call me Master. When night falls, the Fiery Golden Eyes burn beneath my skin. I must resist the urge to swing the Golden Cudgel, swallow the shout of “Old Sun will smash you with one stroke!” and turn every bead of the prayer rosary with trembling fingertips.
The Buddha says all living beings suffer. It turns out the greatest suffering is being fully aware as you play the part of someone else.
