Glory in Confession

Forgiveness holds a very grand unearthly quality in it. Hearts of the Lords appear to having been made out of an incense which when lights up wafts the entire human company with the scent of kindness. This attribute belongs to the one in power. The offender of lesser power is the supplicant. Being a supplicant possesses some muted kind of glory of its own. He has come to a point to comprehend his mistake and understands the terms of confrontation. He thinks this burgeoned quality is something of a development in his character. A big step for him.
If a person is even figuratively aware that he possesses a quality which has helped him transcend the ego and construe that another person was right and he was wrong then he can go long way. The whole act of quarrel and forgiveness is just woven around it, like a plot of Godly complexity, just to help him understand that he has a quality to judge himself. This quality makes the adjuring person noble and unique.
If the forgiver is always a forgiver, it never works out big for him because he never gets to develop this unique insight to judge himself. He never gets a chance to understand that he could be able to know he was wrong and the other was right. Nonetheless, upon pardoning he becomes entitled to the honor of being kind. Being the man of power spoils him from inside. But the hero is the beseecher who appraises himself and faces the head bending in front of the mob.