The monkey grooms. The monkey holds. The monkey sleeps in a small warm pile of other monkeys and does not consider this a milestone in his emotional growth.
Love, for the monkey, is not a destination or a project. It is the ordinary mechanism of being alive next to someone.
We made love into a story with a peak and a fall, with rules and tests and definitions. The bonobo skipped the literature. The bonobo just stayed close.
This is most of what they are doing up there. Picking through each other's fur and saying, in their way, you are still here.