#becomethesigner

"In an almost agonizing effort, Praeses took the pen on trembling hand, struggling to fill the blank with his own name. He hesitated. Could he have changed something with Value? Was this really necessary?

Suddenly, his own words resonated somewhere in his mind and he was reminded of his purpose. He remembered that the pain of powerlessness, the agony of being unable to make a difference, was greater than any other.

Yes, that was it, and it was simple, really: he was weak and had to become strong.

He had to become a Signer."

“Everything came down to that simple rule. There’s no Value without a Price. What that meant, on the other hand, to live deprived of a portion of self for the rest of one’s life, but, at the same time, to be able to master the power of God, was too real of a paradox to be understood. And there he was, nonetheless, in the temple, talking to the Lawyer, with pen already in hand, and open parchment on the table.

- What’s your name boy?

- Praeses.” 

“A monumental gate invited him in, grand and quarrelsome. It was a door to decision, to the future, something he would never be able to unopen. That which seemed so obvious before, ceased to be so. Torment came, and the steady hand, covered in dry mud and unhealed blisters, started to tremble. Doubts infested his mind, threatening to dull his purpose, leaving him hesitant. He even dared to demand God’s help, but God does not work like that here.

All of this was natural. After all, he was going to sign a Contract.”