for it was a world he was creating , not `` the world '' if there ever was such a thing so the thought came to her one day , but `` his '' world and `` our '' world herself , he has watched , sitting together , as she claps and sets into flight a lonesome dove , a messenger of desire , drawn from inside herself : flies an aerial line to a grandson , one in doubt about how to love a woman of his desire : lilith waves a hand in semi-circle and an opening is created , an astral window , through which the dove flies : into and alights upon the sleeping boy , there transforming into his lover : and they converse , speak with the heart and tongue of ancient ones : embrace in their sleep , kiss and depart to wakefulness : upon his face zav sees the amazed happiness of the dreamer-awakened : the kiss of lover found in his eyes ; he departs to find her it is for them the gift to stop time , turn it back , bend it forward : for they have arrived arisen , slid into : what are words ?