There is a lone howler monkey outside in the darkening evening singing a melancholy song of despair. He seems to have been abandoned by his tribe, and is perched alone at the top of a desolate tree. I told him it was going to be alright, to keep the faith, to never give up hope. I can hear him whimpering, he no longer howls in his old grunting virile way. He is a humble monkey now, begging for forgiveness, begging not to be alone. I wanted to stand there and talk to him, to give him company and love. He was quiet when I spoke. In the silence he began his sad prostrations again. I invited him over for bananas, a little something to make him feel better, to take his thoughts of worry away, if only for a moment. But alas, I don't think he spoke English.