Communication begins
without words.
Words come after.
Words come when we
depend on each other.
Imagine all of the
life that's come before: fish, ants, dinosaurs, birds, cats, dogs.
All of these signal
each other. They work together to find
food, find shelter, and to survive in a world of limited resources.
The dependence of
one member of the tribe on the others is the beginning of love.
Wolves communicate
as they hunt, using the best strategies they can muster to secure food for the
pack. Just as early humans must have.
The first signals
would have been from beings exploring for resources: "food, water, shelter
is over there".
At first, pointing
would have been enough. Bees are able to
communicate this much.
In conditions of
scarcity, more communication would have been helpful: "there is stream
over that hill, but there is a bear as well."
What about
trade? Trade would have begun between
tribes; resources needed by one tribe would be traded for resources by the
other tribe.
More complex
communication would have eventually evolved into stories: "we hunted in the ravine, were
successful in the hunt, camped for a night on the plains, and returned
home."
Being able to tell
such stories would allow members of the group to leave for extended periods and
to return to the full tribe later.
These kinds of story
would have the effect of increasing the bond between the members of the tribe.
These kinds of
events form the basis of the human love for stories.
We have evolved so
that we are constantly telling ourselves stories. We have an inner monologue.
We are constantly
telling others stories.
We are constantly
watching or listening to stories.
Real life becomes
the story in the evening news.
Our own life becomes
the story in the realm of psychology.
Stories about our
tribe become our history.
Stories about our
place in the world become our religion.
Stories about the
how the physical world works become the story in the physical sciences.
But the world is not
a story; we are not characters in a story.
Stories are
generally judged on their external and internal cohesiveness - do the events in the story fit with each
other? Do they fit with the other
stories we tell ourselves? Do the actions fit with the characters?
They are NOT
primarily judged on how true they are.
So the question
becomes: how far should we trust our
story-based thinking?
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