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Fragments
by Empedocles
But, O ye Gods, turn aside from my tongue the
madness of those men. Hallow my lips and make a
pure stream flow from them! And thee, much-wooed,
white-armed Virgin Muse, do I beseech, that I may
hear what is lawful for the children of a day!
Speed me on my way from the abode of Holiness and
drive my willing car! Constrain me not to win
garlands of honor and glory at the hands of mortals
on condition of speaking in my pride beyond that
which is lawful and right, and only so to gain a
seat upon the heights of wisdom.
Go to now, consider with all thy powers in what
way each thing is clear. Hold nothing that thou
seest in greater credit than what thou hearest, nor
value thy resounding ear above the clear
instructions of thy tongue; and do not withhold thy
confidence in any of thy other bodily parts by
which there is an opening for understanding, but
consider everything in the way it is clear.
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And thou shalt learn all the drugs that are a
defense against ills and old age, since for thee
alone shall I accomplish all this. Thou shalt
arrest the violence of the weariless winds that
arise and sweep the earth, laying waste the
cornfields with their breath; and again, when thou
so desirest, thou shalt bring their blasts back
again with a rush. Thou shalt cause for men a
seasonable drought after the dark rains, and again
after the summer drought thou shalt produce the
streams that feed the trees as they pour down from
the sky. Thou shalt bring back from Hades the life
of a dead man.
***
And I shall tell thee another thing. There is no
coming into being of aught that perishes, nor any
end for it in baneful death; but only mingling and
separation of what has been mingled. Coming into
being is but a name given to these by men.
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But, when the elements have been mingled in the
fashion of a man and come to the light of day, or
in the fashion of the race of wild beasts or plants
or birds, then men say that these come into being;
and when they are separated, they call that, as is
the custom, woeful death. I too follow the custom,
and call it so myself.
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Fools! -- for they have no far-reaching thoughts
-- who deem that what before was not comes into
being, or that aught can perish and be utterly
destroyed. For it cannot be that aught arise from
what it no way is, and it is impossible and unheard
of that what is should perish; for it will always
be, wherever one may keep putting it.
A man who is wise in such matters would never
surmise in his heart that, so long as mortals live
what men choose to call their life, they are, and
suffer good and ill; while, before they were formed
and after they have been dissolved they are, it
seems, nothing at all.
I shall tell thee a twofold tale. At one time
things grew to be one only out of many; at another,
that divided up to be many instead of one. There is
a double becoming of perishable things and a double
passing away. The coming together of all things
brings one generation into being and destroys it;
the other grows up and is scattered as things
become divided. And these things never cease,
continually changing places, at one time all
uniting in one through Love, at another each borne
in different directions by the repulsion of Strife.
Thus, as far as it is their nature to grow into one
out of many, and to become many once more when the
one is parted asunder, so far they come into being
and their life abides not. But, inasmuch as they
never cease changing their places continually, so
far they are immovable as they go round the circle
of existence.
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Nor is any part of the whole empty. Whence,
then, could aught come to increase it? Where, too,
could these things perish, since no place is empty
of them? They are what they are; but, running
through one another, different things continually
come into being from different sources, yet ever
alike.
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Come now, look at the things that bear virtues.
Behold the sun, everywhere bright and warm, and all
the immortal things that are bathed in its heat and
bright radiance. Behold the rain, everywhere dark
and cold; and from the earth issue forth things
close-pressed and solid. When they are in strife
all these things are different in form, and
separated; but they come together in love, and are
desired one another.
For out of these have sprung all things that
were and are and shall be, -- trees and men and
women, beasts and birds and the fishes that dwell
in the waters, yea, and the gods that live long
lives and are exalted in honor.
For these things are what they are; but, running
through one another, they take different shapes --
so much does mixture change them.
***
For, of a truth, they (i.e. Love and Strife)
were aforementioned and shall be; nor ever,
methinks, will boundless time be emptied of that
pair. And they prevail in turn as the circle comes
round, and pass away before one another, and
increase in their appointed turn.
***
For all of them -- sun, earth, sky, and sea, --
fit in with all the parts of themselves, the
friendly parts which are separated off in
perishable things. In the same way, all those
things that are more adapted for mixture, are
united to one another in Love, made like by the
power of Aphrodite. But they themselves (i.e. the
elements) differ as far as possible in their origin
and mixture and the forms imprinted on each, being
altogether unaccustomed to come together, and very
hostile, under the influence of Strife, since it
has wrought their birth.
Thus all things have thought by the will of
fortune. . . . And, inasmuch as the rarest things
come together in their fall.
Fire is increased by Fire, Earth increases its
own mass, and Air swells the bulk of Air.
And the kindly earth in its well-wrought ovens
received two parts of shining Nestis out of the
eight, and four of Hephaistos; and they became
white bones, divinely fitted together by the
cements of Harmony.
And the earth meets with these in nearly equal
proportions, with Hephaistos and Water and shining
Air, anchoring in the perfect haven of Kypris, --
either a little more of it, or less of it and more
of them. From these did blood arise and the various
forms of flesh.
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The
First
Philosophers:
The
Presocratics and
Sophists,
by
Robin Waterfield
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