But I shall turn back again to the path  of song I traced before, as I draw off one discourse after another-to that path.  When<B> Strife</B> reached the lowest depth of the whirl, and when<B> Love</B> comes to be in the middle of the vortex, there it is that all these things come together to be one only, not suddenly, but combining from different directions at will.  And as they mingled countless tribes of mortal things poured forth; but many remained unmixed, alternating with those that were being mixed- all those that Strife held back from above, for it had not yet retired blamelessly to the furthest limits of the circle, but in some of the limbs it remained while from others it had withdrawn...

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