they have all changed, but they are no different from who they were a thousand, five thousand years ago. they have learned to love, to know themselves, to be free. they are both dimmer and brighter, more human, less tempered by retellings of their stories. retellings designed to grind the women made in their image to dust, to say that they were jealous, vapid, loveless bitches, goddesses who weren't meant for worship out of adoration but fear. but they retell their own stories now, they worship their creations and their creations love them back. they have always been goddesses, but they are finally understanding what that meant.