them in that day when I sundered myself in twain and launched Man and Woman on the earth still urges them:  after passing a million goals they press on to the goal of redemption from the flesh, to the vortex freed from matter, to the whirlpool in pure intelligence that, when the world began, was a whirlpool in pure force.  And though all that they have done seems but the first hour of the infinite work of creation, yet I will not supersede them until they have forded this last stream that lies between flesh and spirit, and disentangled their life from the matter that has always mocked it.  I can wait:  waiting and patience mean nothing to the eternal.  I gave the woman the greatest of gifts:  curiosity.  By that her seed has been saved from my wrath; for I also am curious; and I have waited always to see what they will do tomorrow.  Let them feed that appetite well for me.  I say, let them dread, of all things, stagnation; for from the moment I, Lilith, lose hope and faith in them, they are doomed.  In that hope and faith I have let them live for a moment; and in that moment I have spared them many times.  But mightier creatures than they have killed hope and faith, and perished from the earth; and I may not spare them for ever.  I am Lilith:  I brought life into the whirlpool of force, and compelled my enemy, Matter, to obey a living soul.  But in enslaving Life’s enemy I made him Life’s master; for that is the end of all slavery; and now I shall see the slave set free and the enemy reconciled, the whirlpool become all life and no matter.  And because these infants that call themselves ancients are reaching out towards that, I will have patience with them still; though I know well that when they attain it they shall become one with me and supersede me, and Lilith will be only a legend and a lay that has lost its meaning.  Of Life only is there no end; and though of its million starry mansions many are empty and many still unbuilt, and though its vast domain is as yet unbearably desert, my seed shall one day fill it and master its matter to its uttermost confines.  And for what may be beyond, the eyesight of Lilith is too short.  It is enough that there is a beyond. [She vanishes].