The Journey to the East, although the most challenging of Hesse's novels to understand, became one of my favorites upon reading. It left me with a vague yet powerful sense of apprehending a vital truth. It's like those essential words that seem to be right "at the tip of the tongue" but we just can't quite speak them. Or those aspects of memory that we know are there but can't recall. It's also similar to the revelations that come to us in dreams, in states of delirium, or under the influence of psychotropics.
Now, having essentially wasted a significant portion of my life and being the same age as the author, I view The Journey as a reflection of my youth. It particularly reminds me of the awakening of my intellect and ethical aspirations when I became acquainted with the great and timeless world of ideas that literature offers.
This theme, of course, runs throughout a large part of Hesse's writing and reaches its culmination in The Glass Bead Game. His works continuously explore the depths of the human psyche, the search for meaning, and the connection between the individual and the larger world of ideas. Hesse's novels have the power to make us question our own lives, our beliefs, and our place in the universe.