ELEMENTS


Empedocles (circa 493-433 BC), the Greek philosopher, statesman, and poet, was born in Agrigentum (now Agrigento), Sicily. He was a disciple of the Greek philosophers Pythagoras and Parmenides. According to tradition, he refused to accept the crown offered to him by the people of Agrigentum after he had aided in overthrowing the ruling oligarchy. Instead he instituted a democracy.

Modern knowledge of his philosophy is based on the extant fragments of his poems on nature and purification. He asserted that all things are composed of four primal elements: earth, air, fire, and water. Two active and opposing forces, love and hate, or affinity and antipathy, act upon these elements, combining and separating them into infinitely varied forms. According to Empedocles, reality is cyclical. At the beginning of a cycle, the four elements are bound together by the principle of love. When hate penetrates the cycle, the elements begin to separate. Love reunites everything; then hate begins the process once again. The world as we know it is halfway between the primary sphere and the stage of total separation of the elements. Empedocles believed also that no change involving the creation of new matter is possible; only changes in the combinations of the four existing elements may occur. He also formulated a primitive theory of evolution in which he declared that humans and animals evolved from antecedent forms.
Not bad for the old timers.
Even with the changes in translation and re-definition of the words to fit into modern scientific fantasies you still have a lot to work with. It is interesting to note that without hate there is no change. Here is a good breakdown










EARTH

From the North comes the power of this spirit, Borias. The power of gnomes working the frozen earth, the wealth of gemstones, the Northern Lights.

Here is the Once and Future King, the Giants from our past, the Rock and Foundation that we rest upon. We are a sessile race, putting down roots, burrying our dead or placing the ashes on the sacred turf.










WATER

The Undines of the western quarter, Sunset seen across the sea, dark shaddows in the depths.









FIRE

A hot Salamander breath from the south, red hot emotions, dry humors.









AIR


The first birdsong of Spring at the dawns light. Aurora in her yellow robes, candyfloss hair for clouds.









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