Perhaps you know the story of the Tower of Babel.  Recounted in the eleventh chapter of Genesis, it tells of how at one point in its early history humanity decided, as the text puts it, to build a tower to "heaven," and to make for itself a "name," lest "we be scattered over the face of the earth."  Subsequently, according to the account, when God looked down on his human creations, he said, "Behold they are one people, and they all have the same language.  And this is what they began to do, and now nothing which they purpose to do will be impossible for them"
     So God went "down" to the earth and "confused" the peoples' language (literally, "lip"), and "scattered" them across the "face of the earth."
     Although we can look at this story in a variety of ways (for instance, the beginning of linguistic diversity) and likely wonder and debate precisely what it means, I will say this much.  As I noted yesterday, to address God as the "Name" is to recognize his role as the ultimate originator and promulgator of the universe and, by extension, to assert our value as "names" of our own.  In the Tower of Babel account, we see that the people wanted to make a "name" for themselves, lest they be "scattered" over the face of the earth.  Put another way, the people sought to establish their identity as individuals who have no real connection to God.  They wanted to abandon the "Name" and "name" themselves.
     Not that we should fail to affirm our individuality.  Unshackled from belief in the primacy of God, however, any name is only a signifier of form and passion.  When people began to speak in different languages ("lips"), they were set free, free to think, act, and discern.  They were set free to roam the planet.
     Ultimately, people were set free to learn that despite the plethora of tongues running across the globe, tongues that speak of multiple generations of thought, ambition, and angst, only in God are they truly "one."