An enlightened man

It all started with a single question that he'd had as a child.

On one bright and sunny morning during one particularly boring holiday, as he sat on the front porch of their house while talking to his father about stud guns, he'd asked, "Dad, does it explode? If you don't do it properly, I mean."

Before he knew it, it began calling to him... so much that all his other passions suffered from it. Originally, it began as a slight fondness- making a joke on it here and there. Soon enough, it started to steal at his mind. Before he knew it, he had become an emissary of it. He was the high priest of the destruction wrought by the explosion, the chosen one to spread the message of the golden eruption.

As one would expect, his friends soon began to clear themselves from his presence. One by one.

Soon, he was left alone to his own delusions. Shockingly to nobody, the man's delusions only grew worse. His lab could no longer satiate his desire. His eyes, bloodshot from staring at the flames of the hundreds of experiments he'd carried out on a daily basis, longed for much more. The man's entire body ached to feel and to be encompassed by the warm and unfathomably pleasurable feeling of being at the epicenter of the explosions that he'd spent his entire life worshipping.

Thus, he found himself standing in the middle of a crowd, wearing a vest lined to the brim with explosives, with a maniacal smile that unnerved all who neared him clearly visible on his face.

After all, how could he curse his fellow humans to go without seeing such a glory? He wasn't selfish, after all.

The man brought his hand to his vest, intending to trigger the bombs on his vest.

It's a bit hard to believe that this all started with that one question... Leading him to this inescapable rabbit hole...