... I joined the pilgrimage to the Land of the East, that is, apparently to a certain definite undertaking taking place now and never again, but in reality, in the highest and true sense, this procession to the Land of the East was not just mine and not just contemporary to me; The procession to the source of light flowed continuously and unceasingly, it flowed through all the centuries towards the light, towards the miracle... in the eternal flow of souls, in the eternal aspiration of the spirit towards its homeland, towards the morning, towards the beginning. “So where are we going? All the same – home.”
Hermann Hesse. "Pilgrimage to the Land of the East." Translation by S. Averintsev