nature of the word emotion

Energy divided by motion is emotion, by which the Spirit speaks. Or if you prefer, by which abstractions speak. However, an abstraction does not have much Spirit, or any emotion within itself, and so is likely to end up as ruminations. To actually accomplish anything one must think like the actor James Dean. Meeting Dean on the sidewalk, so this was told, his former acting roommate, who did not make it big time like Dean, told Dean in so many words you really wanted to be an actor, you were not just going through with it. And all this too is spirit.

if anyone understood all it would be easy to forgive all

We must forgive for our own benefit. Only God, the personification of existence, forgives by forgetting for our benefit. Holding anything against another, whether justified or not, holds me back, turns me inward, halts growth which is itself always outward. It diverts my energy and my spirit. I cannot grow or create as an expert on what is wrong. I can be even right about what is wrong and still be neutralized in an obscure margin of productive creativity. In the same manner I consume production in order to produce. Just as taking an offense makes me offensive, not forgiving a wrong stalls me on the wrong. Focus on anything wrong makes me wrong, also by definition. My spirit wants to leave for the stars to survive, to exist even as the universe expands, to exist. I must grow, or die where I am, as do all.

so what's the story?

If  we can believe then we have the conduit to bring the abstract existence we believe into concrete existence. However, while believing is a force, the power of it must be connected outside ourselves. If the power to believe is connect to ourselves we would implode. If it is connected outside ourselves then we have to power to explode the abstract we believe into the concrete physical world created from the unseen. We are all stories. Everyone is a story. My story is that I do not know the whole story. But I found for myself a pretty good story, a story that is like no other story anyone has ever heard. He let others tell his story, He did not speak it himself. His story is that he not only raised someone from the dead but he raised himself from the dead. No one has ever heard a story attempted like that before. He is the first one with that story and so he is the author of it and no one call ever tell a story like that ever again. Now the story is essentially this, that you believe and that the spirit of the thing is the actual fact even before it becomes a concrete fact. The letter of the law can evade the spirit of the law. In order to believe something we have to have a power outside ourselves. If I had this power within myself I would self destruct in the act of exerting this power. We cannot plug into ourselves. So we have to choose the power we want to believe in and the only power I am willing to trust outside myself is the full story of one called Jesus the Christ. His story has many witnesses. His story was told in countless written accounts that have survived. I understand only one copy of Homer survives and yet many believe this story even as the many witnesses to the story of Jesus is doubted by these same people. These witnesses do not all agree which indicates they are not operating in concert. Everyone has a different witness. Every single one of us has only one witness. It is either our own and ours or is copied from someone else and is theirs. This is my witness and it is given for my own benefit and not to persuade anyone else. Everything we say we say for our own benefit even if we think we are trying to persuade others. We are persuading ourselves to build faith in what we are saying. Whatever the hearer of my witness thinks or does with their interpretation of my witness is to their credit or blame, not mine. So I suspect we all need to be careful what we hear, that it is the same of what we speak. What we speak is what we create if we believe what we speak, providing we plug our belief into a power that explodes for us and will not implode against us. What we say of others is the same for ourselves even as it comes from within ourselves. The tormented man curses the mirror. As Walt Kelly's Pogo is said to have said, We have met the enemy as he is us. This is why it is may be better to bless the mirror.