I wonder. I sort of get what you're saying to me. Not necessarily in the particulars, but the essence of it, sure. An emotion is a word you pronounce with your face. There is no such thing as a body, or the body, all body is always somebody. Say, embarrassment is the shadow of pride, but it's never really our own brilliance we burn with. Thing is, we need something to burn, something to fuel us. There is something inherent in the confusion of feeling that is the ghost of a universal genius. That time literally writes upon our faces is a way to read light. There are other signs. In ordinary human communication there might be much we consider noise. We might not consider someone's emotional condition, or temporary reaction, part of what they really have to say. We might try to push our own feelings away, ignore them, concentrate on the actual meaning we are trying to convey. But in heaven a face will blush with a confession that is all sun, the conscience of fusion.