I certainly agree that Parabola is a mess, even a dangerous mess at that, it’s just proof that the Judgements need not exist for things to continue to live or prosper. The reason that Parabola is defined, literally, as something that does not exist, while still existing as a place we can enter, is most likely because the Judgements do not recognise that it exists. It is illegal to them as it is outside the purview of their creation and therefore must be destroyed, but because they cannot destroy it the next best thing is to outlaw and ignore it. Because they are the arbiters of everything in our universe, if they say it does not exist then it must not exist (even though it does).
Regardless, the way Parabola works actually fits quite well into JaneAnkhVeos’ theory that there are a number of ‘natural’ laws that always apply, but the consequences of those ‘natural’ laws don’t really exist. For instance: you can get gravely injured in Parabola, which means that the consequence of being stabbed by a giant bird beak exists, but you don’t die as a result of your injuries. You just tie yourself to something comparably stable and wait to regenerate. So even if the Judgements accidentally spare us some grief by eradicating otherwise harmful creatures in our current realm, there’s the complete possibility that those creatures wouldn’t be as much of a threat if the laws of the Judgements (like the Sapphir’d Kings decree of death) didn’t even exist in the first place.
As for why the Fingerkings want to leave…[spoiler]This is an excerpt from the forbidden play "The Seventh Letter" which sheds a bit of light on the Garden, the Fingerkings (and by extension, the origin and purpose of prisoner’s honey), and the Bazaar’s mission.
ONCE UPON A TIME there was a little snake, no bigger than your finger, who lived behind the mirror. The little snake was very lonely, and the only friends he could find behind the mirror were old memories and strangling roots and the grumpiest bee above or below the world. And so…
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…THE LITTLE SNAKE asked the grumpiest bee in both worlds for help. And the bee said, why should I help? And the snake said, I will give you one-fifth of all I gain thereby. So the bee thought, and he said, in a far place there grows a rose. And that rose…
…THE ROSE, WHICH IS CALLED EXILE’S ROSE, has a property of passage. So shall I brew a honey from its dusts and pollens, and the honey shall be sweet, and it shall bring those who taste it, here to your dwelling. And sometimes they shall stay forever. And the little snake was very pleased with all the new friends the honey brought, but…
ALL THE LITTLE SNAKE’S NEW FRIENDS spoke fondly of the place outside the mirror. And the little snake thought: what if I could walk there among all my friends-to-be? They need not leave. We would be all so very happy. But I may not walk in my own skin. So perhaps my friends shall lend me their skin…[/i] [/spoiler]