A Superhero...maybe. Several years ago, near the fabled Qumran Caves, a tiny baby boy was left outside the weathered wooden door of an ascetic brotherhood sanctuary. Only a note pinned to the thin blanket gave a clue in one word to his origin…ANAK. Sickly, spindly, left for the hope of a proper burial when the baby’s flame flickered and went out. But the Essenes saw all things as providence and nurtured the boy in the rituals and diet of the order. Daily, he ate the unsproute