What do you think the first word was? I'm talking about the first word ever spoken by early homo erectus. I'm betting it was, "no."

Yes has always been implicit. If we don't answer back, it is assumed we mean yes. We needed to learn how to say no.

Nobody knows no. Nobody knows no's potential. No, we don't. No, don't say it's simply the power of the destruction of an idea. No can also give birth. The Aztec's knew the wisdom of slash and burn. They knew that if they cut the trees open and burnt the soil, and left it for a number of years, the land would grow more fertile. Unfortunately for the Aztecs, they couldn't recognize between god and man. This is the parallel story to George Bush. If only more had said no.

Here is the story of first word ever spoken:

He was hungry. He was usually hungry. Homoerectus were usually two things: hungry and erect. Rarely did they rest on the ground. It was too dangerous and there were too many creatures to hunt.

The tribe of homoerectus understood all this without a single word spoken between them. They had no language beyond the occasional grunt or burp. They were born nameless in a nameless land. They hunted nameless creatures with nameless weapons. Everything just was. There was no need to give it a name.

He was simply he, and so was he, and he, and all his cohunters and family, though some were she. It was this writer who was forced to label them with pronouns; among the tribe there was no need to name themselves. They knew who they were just by looking at each other.

The tribe never noticed the lack of names. It's impossible to notice the lack of something when you never knew it was there in the first place. Names were too definite for such a fluid moving tribe. The homo erectus were constantly erect and on the move. Their greatest skill was their sense of improvisation. Each day brought new challenges, new weather, there was no time for routine.

He saw the tribe was stopping to cook what they had killed earlier in the day. It was big, whooly, and would take all day to cook. Today the tribe was staying put. He had time to climb over the rocky hill and see what was on the other side, maybe food.

What was on the other side was a pack of sabertooth tigers looking for food themselves. He was fortunate, for he saw the sabertooth tigers before they sensed him. He crept back over the hill to the safety of his pack of people and the fire. As he was getting closer to the wooly mammoth bar-b-que, he saw his favorite of all the tribe running up hill, heading straight for the tigers.

He chased him, though, his chase didn't know he was being chased. The blood ran to his face from his stomach, seeing him reaching the top of the hill.

"Noooooo!" He screamed from the depths of his lungs. He didn't care where it came from, it had just come. No, the first word ever spoken. Unfortunately, the one it was meant for didn't know what it meant, and kept running towards the pack of sabertooth tigers that had crept up to the other side of the lip of the cliff.

The man was easy prey for the prowling tigers. He could hear him being torn to pieces screaming the second, third and fourth words ever spoken. Unfortunately they are not fit for print, but, I'm sure you can guess.