Stretching from my shoulders all the way to my stomach, the snug vest feels like any regular jacket. Except, it weighs sixteen kilograms. Defacto pipe bombs line the inner area. The fragmentation layer built over it is full of tiny steel balls. The wire running down the sleeve of my shirt ends in a lever.
A beautiful heaven beckons. I have waited for this all my life. As I finger the lever, I realize that I have been holding my breath. As images of a breathtaking paradise up there float to my mind, I smile. And I flip the switch.
Uranophilia refers to the ultimate expression of faith in that you can take such joy and derive such pleasure from the mere thought of heaven alone. It is an abnormal affection that the individual has for heaven.
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