The Flight to Lucifer by Harold Bloom

After he had sailed to where the slowly receding flood waters ended, Olam did not march inland. He hade farewell to Norea and his other orphans plucked from the waves, and wandered south along the margin of the flood-a wide shore, in what had once been a broad valley, but was now ringed closely with low cliffs. Uneasiness, which he had known so rarely, now wandered with him. He had come down to earth to recover Valentinus, and out to Lucifer to reclaim his own place of rest, his own share in the Pleroma. But the way had been more difficult than he had prophesied, and his own memory now seemed as maimed as the memory of Valentinus.

As he walked away from the water, he mused aloud: "I have been duped since I landed here. What I seek is not in the West, no matter how far I go."