Parabola (par-ab’-o-la): The explicit drawing of a parallel between two essentially dissimilar things, especially with a moral or didactic purpose. A parable.
Life and death are two sides of the same coin: The coin of Being. Life and death are different states of existence, but being nonetheless.
I am an amateur philosopher. I read lots of philosophy books like Descartes’ “On The Method,” Aristotle’s “Analytics,” and Canard’s “Candy Man.” You have probably never heard of Canard. He taught at an obscure university in Hungary in the 17th century. The university’s name was Tréfa Egyetemi (Joke University). It’s mission was to produce Europe’s best, most accomplished, stand up comics. Given Hungary’s belligerence as a nation, and aggressiveness to go to war with its neighbors, many of the jokes made fun of the cultural norms, intelligence, and the morality of their neighbors. For example, “How many Russians does it take to put a candle in a candlestick holder? Two: One to hold the candlestick holder. One to pull the candle out of his butt and stick it in the candlestick holder.” The comedian who first told this joke was burned alive by a company of Cossacks who crossed the border to do away with the unfortunate man, who by all accounts was a nice man with a wife and child who were getting ready to move into their own hovel, down by the river. Of course, the wife and child were left destitute, but not for long. Dorottya sold her child and moved to Krakow where, after demeaning herself in 100s of ways, she saved enough money to open a comedy club named “Bolond” (Bonkers).
At the time, Krakow was the most liberal city in Europe. Everything was legal except robbery, murder, and the transmission of venereal diseases. Dorottya took to it like a duck to water. Bolond (Bonkers) did not allow jokes that demeaned people because of their national origins. This made Bolond a gathering place for people of all backgrounds who started discussing politics during breaks between the comedy sets and during the one-hour break at 9:00 pm.
An evil English Duke, touring Europe and making trouble, went straight to the king and told him what was going on Bolond. The king was alarmed. Without war he would have nothing to do and would be made redundant, and would have to go into exile in some place like Finland or Denmark—two countries he had not gone to war with, planning ahead, saving them for his exile. So, Roland was raided by the king’s men. Dorottya was detained and turned lose under the condition that she went back to Hungary and shut up. But Dorottya couldn’t shut up. After being admonished many times for allowing royalty jokes to be told at her new comedy club, Nevető Oszvér (Laughing Mule), she was arrested for being disrespectful toward “her betters,” tried, convicted and sentenced to 500 years in the Hungarian National Repentance Colony. There was such a public outcry that Dorottya was released. But she was not allowed to say words like “justice” or “freedom” or she would be executed on the spot. She didn’t last a week. She went unburied and has been blotted out of history’s records. Until now.
She is my great, great, great, great, great grandmother. She sold my great, great, great, great grandmother to a stall mucker. She was named Eszter. There was a Catholic Priest named Father Brown who taught her to read and write. After searching for years, I found Eszter’s memoirs at Tréfa Egyetemi in a secret room with an antique bed and erotic woodcuts from the 17th-century. It hadn’t been opened for 100s of years. The dust was thick. The memoirs were hidden under the mattress and were written in pen on single sheets of vellum. Eszter hated her mother for selling her, but she understood why she needed to do it. Now that the memoirs have seen the light of day, Dorottya and Eszter have become heroes.
I have been offered, and accepted, a tenured “Chair of Studies” at Tréfa Egyetemi. I think it is some kind of joke in keeping with the university’s mission. I will ask my uncle who is Rector.
Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu).
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