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Posted by: Frank Burton on Feb 16, 2014 at 11:10:41 PM

Aphorism of the Week

Your existence makes you the hero of your own story, but only your actions make you the hero of the larger one.

Dedicated in admonishment of the beatings -- with nail-studded clubs and whips -- of gay citizens in Abuja, Nigeria, in the wake of the country's criminalization of homosexuality.

Parable of the Week

The End of Days, The Beginning of Days
People believed, in this land, that Truths were whatever they wished to be true -- if wished fervently enough.
They lashed the backs of their neighbors who didn't wish fervently enough or, even more maddeningly, didn't even agree with them about what was true.
As more and more people wished more and more Truths, neighbor fought against neighbor.
Throughout this land Truths spread like a stain of multi-colored oil on clear

Posted by: Frank Burton on Feb 10, 2014 at 04:28:31 AM

Aphorism of the Week

Change is the byproduct of altering one's own mind.

Dedicated to the U.S. Department of Justice's affirmation of equal federal rights for same-same and opposite-sex married couples; and in admonishment of the Nigerian government's negation of all human rights for same-sex couples and their supporters.

Parable of the Week

The Thrasher, The Swimmer
Home was on stilts on the riverbank.
The brothers, sandy feet perched against the porch screen, broke their placid gaze across the far banks on sight of an ice-cream truck tootling down to the small public beach among the distant reeds.
Using safety pins to clip dollar bills to their swim trunks, they dashed to the shoreline. The first-born waded in to swim directly to the far side of the river, but, behind him, his younger

Posted by: Frank Burton on Feb 2, 2014 at 06:02:00 PM

Aphorism of the Week

There are usually two sides to an argument -- and you must consider both.

Parable of the Week

The Ant, The Cricket
In a small backyard dwelled an Ant and a Cricket.
The Ant's industry provided homes and well-stocked pantries for her large family -- while the Cricket's mellifluous song brought joy to all who heard it.
The Ant lived a long life of comfort, warmth, loved ones and many children.
The Cricket lived but a brief life. Yet in spite of his sad ending in hunger and cold, he gave to the Ant -- and to all who'd heard his song -- the memory of dulcet beauty and mystery in their lives.
Thus, industry and art both have value -- one to the body, the other to the spirit.

February 1, 2014, excerpt from The Parables of Reason © 2007-2014 (Chapter 1, "Reality's Acceptance"),

Posted by: Frank Burton on Jan 21, 2014 at 05:46:03 PM

Aphorism of the Millennium

Even those who jump to their deaths find themselves screaming on the way down.

COR's Aphorism & Parable of the Millennium are dedicated in admonishment of the Terracide now being committed by the Global Warming Denialism of the U.S. GOP representatives controlling America's CO2 emission policies and post-Kyoto environmental treaties. Gentlemen, the scientists' clock is etched in tombstone: In just 15 years, Earth is likely doomed to burn. And no level of denial, no length of apology, no begged-for suppression of the hatred in the eyes of your grandchildren, who will be History's last judges, will release your blame, and yours alone, for destroying everything.

If you judge yourself human beings, rethink your denialism, and do it now.

Parable of the Millennium

Posted by: Frank Burton on Nov 13, 2013 at 04:03:23 AM

Aphorism of the Week

Fear not remorse, for it is birthed in high expectations.

Dedicated to U.S. state-level civil rights- and economic- initiatives to decriminalize and cease imprisonment for possessing marijuana or other recreational drugs.

Parable of the Week

The Dodo, The Crow
In a verdant field surrounding a farm lived a Dodo and a Crow.
One year the farmland was sold. The Dodo and the Crow watched in silence from nearby bushes, while the old farmer glanced about at his past, stared down into his future, then slapped his straw hat against his leg like a horsewhip and walked away.
Soon came a horde of earthmovers crawling with construction workers, who ripped up the crops, trees and wild underbrush -- to build a parking lot and tract homes.
The Dodo ran about in circles. It squawked

Posted by: Frank Burton on Oct 20, 2013 at 08:48:43 PM

Aphorism of the Week  -- October 19, 2013

Silence can roar.

Dedicated in admonishment of the Minneapolis-St. Paul Catholic Archdiocese's clerical leadership's suppression of recent allegations of priestly sexual misconduct -- seeking to protect the body of the Church at the expense of its soul.

Parable of the Week

The Small Soul, The Great Soul
Great Sky River flowed above two raven-haired women of a forest tribe, long ago.
One young woman lived her life back turned, instead of face on.
She combed her long, black hair to entice the young men, but cared nothing for what lay beyond the cypress forest, or the far shore of Great Sky River.
Over years spent neither exploring nor questioning, her spirit shrank into a hard little ball and died, long before the death of her body.
But the

Posted by: Frank Burton on Oct 6, 2013 at 01:39:29 AM

Aphorism of the Week

Absolutism is the greatest, yet most destructive, passion on earth. -- via Monsignor Lorenzo Albacete

Dedicated in supplication to the mainstream of the GOP Party in the U.S. House of Representatives, that they consider whether their goal of smaller, more effective U.S. governance will indeed be well-served by their Tea Party wing's distinct goal of defaulting and amputating the U.S. government.

Parable of the Week

The Winner, The Loser
None remembered how they'd crossed an ocean to find their home, this band of contented islanders who fished for their livelihoods.
The king of the islanders grew bored one morning, and decided to hold a race. He invited all comers to contest who could most quickly run all the way round their large island.
One by one or in small groups,

Posted by: Frank Burton on Sep 18, 2013 at 05:24:09 PM

Aphorism of the Week

Don't exist in the past. Don't exist in the future. Exist now.

Dedicated in admonishment of the U.S. House of Representatives' insistence on returning to a past where the Affordable Care Act did not exist -- and, in attempting so, to injure America's economic health and future.

Parable of the Week

The Door, The World
Swooning in adoration of a beautiful girl from his village, a boy abandoned his father's house.
Loitering by the front door of the girl's villa, the boy bowed to her father at the entryway, and, seeing through it the girl smile radiantly at him from an atrium balcony, asked permission of her father to court her.
The girl's father scoffed, replying, "Boy, you have no family, no money, nor even yet hair on your face!"
Then the girl's father stepped out

Posted by: Frank Burton on Sep 7, 2013 at 06:34:13 PM

Aphorism of the Week

Act on impulse and reap regret.

Dedicated to the call to question past assumptions of the role of the U.N. versus the U.S. as the world's policeman, and the predisposition to use military action before exhausting all diplomatic and economic sanctions to enforce government morality.

Parable of the Week

The Sunflower, The Barrenwort
The Sunflower dwelt in a small, tree-lined garden.
It grew tall, sinuous and broad of leaf in the fulsome light of warm days, and seeded many children.
But some fell into shade, and the Sunflower's face turned away as those children withered and died -- from lack of a soupçon of the sun's brilliant tang on their yearning leaves.
The Barrenwort dwelt in the same garden, beneath the dark crook of a tree.
It too grew broad, ruddy red

Posted by: Frank Burton on Aug 26, 2013 at 11:35:34 PM

Aphorism of the Week

Shed new light -- or be a candlemaker.

Dedicated to the charitable fund-raining drive for homeless veterans, Blistering at the Margins, of the Flagstaff Freethinkers and the Executive Director of the Secular Coalition for Arizona, Serah Blain -- who is living on the streets with the homeless vets during the drive. Such dedicated charity by the atheist community will lead those who have wrongly presumed atheists are immoral to question the basis of their own morality.

Parable of the Week

The Negated, The Affirmed
It was her caste, in this ancient land.
But she believed -- believed more than anything in her young life -- that she was the true equal of any who trod the soil of their land carrying the red spot of the highborn.
Slavishly working into the