"In your opinion GB, why are they relevant?” "Well Lee," he replied, "as a dead critic I write for The Void."  "But GB," I said.  "Right here on your business card it says National Endowment for the Arts!" "Philologists" Mr. Shaw explained, "opine that NEA is an acronym for an obsolete Sanscrit phrase meaning "The Void." Now, denial of the void is the life work of every sentient artistic being except Buddah … and you know what happened to him.  He got enlightened and all his hard wrought postmodern meta-narrative fantasy life went poof.  The well wrought Christmas fundraising letter voids the Void.  It beats it at its own game (which is to make nothing out of everything.)  It takes all that nothing and tries to make something out of it.  Idealist delusion and materialist delusion join hands.  One deludes oneself that one has an idea that can make sense out of the Void.  Then one deludes others that gifts of delusion called money will make one’s self-delusion a reality.  Funder and practitioner unite in the delusion that they can go together to that great theater in the sky and live happily deluded foreverafter.

Art is Cure.  The well wrought Christmas fundraising letter taken together with the generous check is the only known antidote for the "millenial malaise - poison zeitgeist 2003", a virulent pathology emanating directly from the Void whose symptoms include your generic suicidal depression and a head cold. So heed this dire warning and save your life once again.  For God's Sake do something before its too late! Every dollar helps save fantasy from extinction, and keeps delusion on a roll.
 

Love,
Lee for Mabou Mines