Here is the picture of The-Non-Existent-Bird.
Not its fault if the Good Lord who made every thing omitted to create it.
It has a look of other birds, for non-existent creatures bear some resemblance to those that exist.
But they haven’t a name.
Which is why this bird is called the Non-Existent-Bird.
And why it is sad.
Perhaps sleeping or waiting for the moment of existence.
Wondering what sort of beak or wings it will have : will it be able to dive under water, as actual birds do, without spoiling its colours ?
It would like to hear itself sing.
It would like to be afraid of death.
It would like to have very ugly, very much alive baby-birds.
So the dream of a non-existent-bird is to stop being a dream.
No one is ever satisfied.
And that being the case, how can all go well with the world ?