Himon is a fictional character. Created by Jack Kirby, the character is one of the New Gods, a fictional race of gods in publications from DC Comics. The "gray-haired mystic" is Mister Miracle's mentor and "look[s] like convention promoter Shel Dorf."
Himon is a citizen of New Genesis who secretly lives on the planet Apokolips, which is ruled by Darkseid. He maintains an identity as a "Hunger Dog", one of the lowest classes. He is an inventor and scientist and created the Mother Box, the semi-sentient computers that most New Gods wear. He also discovered "Element X", which was used to create the Mother Boxes. He has one daughter, Bekka.
Mister Miracle, the son of New Genesis' ruler Highfather, had long ago been traded to Darkseid as part of a truce. Unsatisfied with his life, Mister Miracle sneaked out of an orphanage run by Granny Goodness and participated in Himon's rebel cell. It was partly a class, where Himon taught various people ways of building devices, such as a Mother Box, matter manipulators or a small screen that translated thoughts into pleasing imagery. The latter was anathema to life on Apokolips. It was at this time that Mister Miracle met Big Barda, another dissatisfied soldier under Granny Goodness. Himon taught Scott how to make a Mother Box, which was his way of rebelling against Darkseid. Himon's class was caught one by one and murdered by the local Darkseid enforcer, Wonderful Willik. This would cause disastisfaction to rise in Big Barda, for one of her misguised students was also part of Himon's class. In revenge, Himon sneaked into Willik's home and detonated a bomb in his face, killing him. Mister Miracle and Big Barda come under pursuit by Darkseid's forces. They flee and Himon and Metron, their allies, open a teleportational gateway for the man to escape, knowing full well this will be all the excuse needed for Darkseid to go to war against New Genesis.
Sabbath day of rest and cheer!
Day divine, to me so dear!
Come, O come to old and young,
Gath'ring all for prayer and song.
Now the week of toil is o'er,
And in peace we sit once more
At our Father's ample board,
Listening to His gracious Word.
Lord, our God, we seek Thy face,
Bless us with Thy saving grace;
May Thy heralds everywhere
Clear Thy Gospel truth declare.
Let Thy mighty Word hold sway
Over men on earth today;
Our poor souls, good Shepherd, feed,
Into pastures green us lead.
May, O Lord, the day be near,
When we pass from trials here
Into Thine eternal rest,