Maybe I'm just a girl in your eyes, like all girls have been, although sometimes only for a short time and though you know them different
all so different the woman next door, the schoolmistress your grandma, your mother your sister and me, the girl you fell in love with
me, the wife you sleep with and our little daughter, a princess in your fantasies because you are at a loss with us as we are
Hymn to Isis (c. 300 BC), Codex VI-2, the Gnostic treatise “Thunder, Perfect Mind” from the Nag Hammadi library, written in the Coptic language
[..] Because I am the first and the last I am the honored and the despised one I am the ***** and the holy one I am the wife and the ****** I am the mother and the daughter I am my mother’s arms I am infertile, and my children are numerous I am the woman who often married and I have no husband I am the midwife and she who doesn't give birth I am the solace for the labour pains I am the bride and the groom And it was my man who begot me I am my father’s mother I am my husband’s sister And he is my offspring [..]