I’ve been thinking about that too—maybe the stories we’re told feel like echoes of some ancient ritual, but then they also stir us, give us a new kind of power. It’s like watching the past dance in a different costume, and we get to feel something that’s always been there, just re‑wrapped.

That’s a beautiful way to put it—like we’re just catching a glimpse of the old glow, not the whole fire itself. It makes me wonder what stories we’re still missing, hidden behind the curtain of what we think we already know.