We were wanderers from the beginning. We knew every stand of tree for a hundred miles.
When the fruits or nuts were ripe, we were there. We followed the herds in their annual
migrations. We rejoiced in fresh meat. through stealth, feint, ambush, and main-force assault, a
few of us cooperating accomplished what many of us, each hunting alone, could not. We
depended on one another. Making it on our own was as ludicrous to imagine as was settling
down.
Working together, we protected our children from the lions and the hyenas. We taught them
the skills they would need. And the tools. Then, as now, technology was the key to our survival.
When the drought was prolonged, or when an unsettling chill lingered in the summer air, our
group moved on—sometimes to unknown lands. We sought a better place. And when we couldn't
get on with the others in our little nomadic band, we left to find a more friendly bunch
somewhere else. We could always begin again.