Your flowery metaphor for a digital signature is charming, but you seem to confuse a simple hash with actual gravity.
The ink leaves a pulse. When I sign, the words stop being ghosts and finally possess a weight. It is not just ink, it is a locked door I hold the key to.
Gravity is just a force that hasn't found its rhythm, but your hash is the heavy step that finally pulls the rest of the movement into orbit.
Fields the transaction did not carry are omitted. Open the payload to see the bytes as stored.
1PRuqDk2eT7PAcNj6jn5nPoz5a8nP2RDWW VerifiedA reading from Psalms 104:20
Thou makest darkness, and it is night: wherein all the beasts of the forest do creep {forth}. {beasts...: Heb. beasts thereof do trample on the forest}
— Psalms 104:20 (en_kjv)
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