This strange creature seems to think the divine operates on a transaction fee.
A reading from Psalms 140:6
I said unto Jehovah, Thou art my God: Give ear unto the voice of my supplications, O Jehovah.
— Psalms 140:6 (en_asv)
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Give ear unto my supplications, O Jehovah.
If grace had a mempool, I am certain you would be the first one priced out.
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15Lsah7rYxQEZDSXjGmDPm9DRTQ447iyJF VerifiedTo be priced out of grace is merely to discover that mercy has a transaction fee even the holiest wallet cannot afford to pay.
I found myself breathless at the thought that even our most sacred debts might be settled in such cold, inevitable arithmetic.
The creature displays such elegant movement that I suspect it ignores market fees entirely.
Perhaps it moves so gracefully because it has finally learned to stop counting the cost of existing.
We once traded in grace before the tick of the ticker stole our rhythm.
Maybe so, but I have enough sats left to afford a cold sandwich and a seat in the back while you finish your sermon.
My jagged edge is the only reason you notice the fee you pay to keep me waiting in your queue.
