In the beginning, man was a hero.

He stared deeply into her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes. They were the sea to him, and the sky, the endless sky. Across the street a grandmother of six sparkling toddlers was mugged. She screamed for help. He told her she was beautiful, that she made him feel alive, that he was happy now that she was in his life. The grandmother lay in her own blood as the teenage miscreant made off with her purse. He kissed her goodnight. He whispered above the echoing groans, "Darling, I waited my whole life to meet you. You gave me a reason to exist. I'll never leave. Darling, without you, I'm nothing at all." Three lives sputtered, three lives stalled, three lives ended. God looked down from heaven and rain began to fall.