Such things [does] Love, and turns out the most beautiful form of the world as One from many; but Strife rends gradually from that One the principle of its arrangement, and again makes it [into] many. This is what Empedocles says of his own birth:-- Of whom I also am now a fugitive and an exile from the gods.[133] That is, he calls the One divine, and says that the unity formerly existing in the One was rent asunder by Strife and came into being in these many things, existing according to Strife’s ordering. For, says he, Strife is the furious and troublous and unresting Demiurge of this cosmos, whose [Sidenote: p. 375.] [fashioner] Empedocles calls it. For this is the judgment and compulsion of the souls which Strife rends away from the One and fashions and works up, which process [Empedocles] describes somehow like this:-- Who having sinned swore falsely And demons are allotted long-drawn out life.[134] calling the long-lived souls “demons” because they are immortal and live through long ages. For three myriad seasons they wandered from the blessed,[135] calling “blessed” those whom Love has made from the many into the oneness of the intelligible[136] cosmos. Therefore, says [Empedocles] they wandered Putting on in time all mortal forms[137] [Sidenote: p. 376.]Interchanging the hard ways of life.[138] He says that the transmigrations and transmutations of the souls into bodies are “hard ways.” This is what he says:-- Interchanging the hard ways of life. For [the souls pass from body to body] being changed about and punished by Strife and are not allowed to remain in the One, but are punished in all punishments by Strife. This is what he says:-- For aetherial might drives souls seawards. And sea spits them upon Earth’s surface; and Earth into the beams Of the radiant Sun, and he casts them into the whirls of aether Each takes them from the other, but all hate them.[139] [Sidenote: p. 377.] This is the punishment wherewith the Demiurge punishes, just as a smith forging iron, taking it from the fire, dips it in water. For Fire is the aether, whence the Demiurge casts the souls into the Sea; and the Earth is the ground. Whence he says, from water to Earth, from Earth to Air. This is what he says:-- into the beams Of the radiant Sun, and he casts them into the whirls of aether Each takes them from the other, but all hate them.