(Q - Sylvain: Ok, we're going to work on this a little, Michel. I can ask you a quick question, what will interest everyone? In a pinch?)
MB: Yeah, snatched, because I wanted to tear myself away, but I can't tear myself away.
(Q - Sylvain: I would like to give you the opportunity to address those who have the good sentinels. Do you have a message for them?)< br />
MB: Yes. Yes yes. Absolutely. Absolutely. Open your eyes for God’s sake! With an exclamation point.
(Q - nlc: Name of God was obligatory or…)
MB: Yeah yeah yeah yeah. Yeah because it was a bit horrifying in the long run.
(Q - nlc: There is no religion in hunting normally, you said eh.)
MB: Yeah yeah, you have to open your eyes in this story. You have to open your eyes wide. We need to stop... For example, I see in the... Once again, I read, I have read, thousands of solutions. I'm the only one today, Max has never done this exercise. Never. I have read thousands of solutions. So I have, I say this without any boasting, nor boasting or anything at all, but I therefore have an unprecedented knowledge of your state of mind taken collectively.
However, the majority of you are surfing on childhood dreams, on childhood fantasies. I spoke not so long ago with an owl who will perhaps recognize himself, I hope, when he hears me or if he listens to me, which I don't know, who is a scientist , who is a great face, who is someone who is capable of creating extraordinary things and who, from the moment he begins the hunt for the Golden Owl, plunges deep into his childhood world.< br /> I was going to say, and I say it, he takes refuge there. In the moments when he searches for the Owl, he takes refuge in the world of his childhood, and it extrapolates, and it dreams, and it embroiders. And where the scientist is able to direct his ideas, his findings, because a scientist does all that, when it comes to hunting, he reverts to childhood.
And it goes like that, a little…
MB: Yeah, snatched, because I wanted to tear myself away, but I can't tear myself away.
(Q - Sylvain: I would like to give you the opportunity to address those who have the good sentinels. Do you have a message for them?)< br />
MB: Yes. Yes yes. Absolutely. Absolutely. Open your eyes for God’s sake! With an exclamation point.
(Q - nlc: Name of God was obligatory or…)
MB: Yeah yeah yeah yeah. Yeah because it was a bit horrifying in the long run.
(Q - nlc: There is no religion in hunting normally, you said eh.)
MB: Yeah yeah, you have to open your eyes in this story. You have to open your eyes wide. We need to stop... For example, I see in the... Once again, I read, I have read, thousands of solutions. I'm the only one today, Max has never done this exercise. Never. I have read thousands of solutions. So I have, I say this without any boasting, nor boasting or anything at all, but I therefore have an unprecedented knowledge of your state of mind taken collectively.
However, the majority of you are surfing on childhood dreams, on childhood fantasies. I spoke not so long ago with an owl who will perhaps recognize himself, I hope, when he hears me or if he listens to me, which I don't know, who is a scientist , who is a great face, who is someone who is capable of creating extraordinary things and who, from the moment he begins the hunt for the Golden Owl, plunges deep into his childhood world.< br /> I was going to say, and I say it, he takes refuge there. In the moments when he searches for the Owl, he takes refuge in the world of his childhood, and it extrapolates, and it dreams, and it embroiders. And where the scientist is able to direct his ideas, his findings, because a scientist does all that, when it comes to hunting, he reverts to childhood.
And it goes like that, a little…