We saw things before we could describe them with words or with crushed berries on cave walls. Those were the first stories. What we saw. Each semi-conscious being the center of everything...their own narrator, protagonist and audience. They played back what they saw, thought about it, dreamt about it... it'd sprout subconsciously at random and sometimes, it would haunt them. Language formed around what they saw... out of consciousness came a yearning to articulate and connect with others. 

That is also my desire.