and they taught that , while the new world fell away , the old road and the path of the memory of the west still went on , as it were a mighty bridge invisible that passed through the air of breath and of flight ( which were bent now as the world was bent ) , and traversed ilmen which flesh unaided can not endure , until it came to tol eressea , the lonely isle , and maybe even beyond , to valinor , where the valar still dwell and watch the unfolding of the story of the world .