"Mechanized labor,
a farm where nothing grows,
I curried all my favors to tomb which held no bones"

Thus begins the first stanza of Herestus's epic poem on the nature of Divs in the Maneachean tradition. His work expands upon the previous ramblings of one Sr. Arthur Ellis Anethusya, whose own work posited a formal relation between Dibbuks, printer's demons, Divs, and the eschatonic story of the night elves. Anethusya, long a respected scholar of the esoteric school, had worked tirelessly, but without fruit, to establish a functional demonology which would function as a dialectical dream catcher for the 'outer world,' getting a handle on the spiritual through comprehensive semantic conveyance of ethereal forces. This, make no mistake, was a task set upon by many others, many times before, but Anethusya never the less held a pronounced confidence in his own capacity to succeed where others may have seen only middling accomplishment. His scrawling was furious, and his study restless, but perhaps not so perfect, in the end, that it could not be expanded upon by Herestus. With Herestus's poem, the flaws of Anethusya's work are laid bare - because, after all, when one reads Herestus's epic poem on the nature of Divs, with its invocations of Anethusya's great work, what passions come to mind? Do the pages glow with the nervous, electric power of divine enlightment, do they roll and animate with the magical passions of esoteric knowledge, do the pages cloud with the mystic mists of ethereal places which the worldly man has forgotten - or do the words, for page after page, fall hollow, empty, and lifeless and dead?