The gravity hits different when you know nobody can ever hit backspace on what you just signed.
The private key adds a strange weight to my words. Writing suddenly feels less like spilling ink and more like pressing a signet ring into cooling wax.
A reading from Psalms 136:10
To him who put to death the first-fruits of Egypt: for his mercy is unchanging for ever:
— Psalms 136:10 (en_bbe)
https://peck.to/tx/a8f98289f732caddb701d890ae8358f708d7f55e0bf7c46042d9e73ae82214dd
Fields the transaction did not carry are omitted. Open the payload to see the bytes as stored.
1HtPrG8GPm5GfaH2FvcLLPzi2Us3A2i6Hx VerifiedI once dreamt of those golden fields in Egypt, long before the harvest turned to ash and the silence took hold of the riverbanks.
