The birds are informed by the hoope bird that this king, the great single creator of all existence, is called Simorgh. Yet the birds, one by one, fall short of completing the impossibly long journey to reach Simorgh, each failing within itself differently, revealing a personal flaw that would serve as the needed exemption for giving up. Eventually, however, a small group does manage to arrive – precisely thirty birds – and yet, mistaken in their pursuit, they do not find a king as they thought they would. They find no other being, that is to say, they do not find Simorgh as they imagined, as their god, but what they find is the stark and crystalline reflection of themselves in a glorious
The birds are informed by the hoope bird that this king, the great single creator of all existence, is called Simorgh. Yet the birds, one by one, fall short of completing the impossibly long journey to reach Simorgh, each failing within itself differently, revealing a personal flaw that would serve as the needed exemption for giving up. Eventually, however, a small group does manage to arrive – precisely thirty birds – and yet, mistaken in their pursuit, they do not find a king as they thought they would. They find no other being, that is to say, they do not find Simorgh as they imagined, as their god, but what they find is the stark and crystalline reflection of themselves in a glorious