But it's not a fault to be intelligent!
H. G.: No! It is a quality that has allowed us to carry our arms, our spirits, our culture also to the four corners of the world. The sensitive intelligence tends to exchange. To the relation which, contrary to communication, cold transmission of information, supposes that the emotional body is awake, that there is between us an attraction. The rational intelligence is useful for who wants to register in the world, the intelligence of the senses is necessary for who wants to agree to the life. It's very different.
What is the difference?
H. G.: It's the tales that taught me, the world is abominable. It is an inhospitable place in which we humans do not have many assets to survive. We do not run fast, do not have a coat to warm us, no sharp teeth ... But we have an intelligence that has allowed us to invent ways to fill these gaps. Life is something else: she is beautiful. It is the very force that carries us and makes us want to arrive at tomorrow. And if we want to taste life, then it's all about meaning. And the story is, like music, an art that is only sensitive. If hearts are tuned, he touches where he should touch. And soothes our fundamental anxieties.
That would be it, its role, soothe our anxieties?
H. G.: Imagine. It is prehistory, in a cave, a group is gathered, a child may be crying, all eyes are turned towards the falling night: will the day come back? It needed an answer. A person gets up then. Not the most learned, but the most troubled, the one for whom anxiety is the most bearable: "Yes, the sun will come again, I will tell you why." And she tells a story. To reassure and reassure others. That, I believe, was the birth of tales. They are the first words that men have invented to keep death at bay.
Tell stories, hear the vibration of a voice and feel that we are here, together, that we are alive ... We can stand well, touch each other, hug ourselves, it will always be less strong than the word of tale. Because it's a very primitive word, so essential. Tales say it, but facts also: one of my religious friends regularly goes to see old people at the end of their life. And what are they asking of him? No theological explanations, no: they want to be told stories and to hold hands.
Yes, they want to hear from these stories that their mother told them, child: it's a regressive attitude ...
H. G.: Do you call it regressive? Oh yes, that's right, you're from Psychologies magazine !I would say rather that it brings back to childhood in what is most essential. Look at the children, they are natural shamans: they have an animistic and carnal relationship to things. Now, the story pushes to this carnal relationship. It establishes an intimate relationship, even with an audience. When I tell one before five hundred people, if they are happy, they do not say "bravo", but "thank you". Because something happened between the storyteller and the audience, something else, more: the "being together".