There exists an oracle of Necessity,
an ancient, eternal ordinance
sealed with oaths,
that when a daemon stains his hands with blood,
he is sentenced to wander Earth
for ten thousand years
and stumble through the many forms of life,
suffer its pleasures and wounds,
its torment of emotions.
The wind drives him into the sea
and the sea churns him back to shore
and from the shore he is lifted
into the beams of the blazing sun
then flung back into the wind.
Each accepts then rejects him.
And now I am this daemon.
Exiled from the gods, I wander
among men, trusting only Strife.
I will tell you a twofold tale:
Once, there was a singularity
until torn asunder,
and the one became the many.
This singularity, you see,
both creates and annihilates,
its disarray replaced by unity,
the progenitor of women and men.
Things commingle without end,
unified by Love, repelled by Strife –
there is no constant in this life
besides this constancy of Love and Strife.
Once the world was one, then many,
then the many became one.
Fire, water, earth, and towering air,
and Strife apart and Love among them, equally applied.
Turn your gaze to her,
but not with disinterested eyes.
She is in the ingredients
of their bones, and they do not know.
She is as invisible as the roots.
Under the influence of Joy and Aphrodite,
they love and accomplish the work of peace.
My speech has no trickery.
There is equality among things
as like phenomena in any age –
yet each thing has its intention,
its nature is distinct.
In every age a certain set
of instances comes to dominate.
What was never becomes –
for how can totality increase
and from where does this increase come? –
and what is will never be,
as any fraction of totality is eternal,
since nothing cannot be.
I shall retrace the path of songs
already sung, and from them find
new music. When Strife has reached
the whirlwind's lowest depths,
and Love finds its locus,
all things coalesce, mingle willingly.
From the whirlwind's center
ten thousand tribes materialize,
yet many are set apart, unmixed.
And when Strife outruns the rest,
immortal, innocent Love arrives,
and the eternal is made internal.
The gods, mortalized, pour forth,
find form a marvel to behold.