What is a Monkey?

I rode up a hill today in Bangsaen and observed the monkeys. One looked at me as if to say 'What is that tool you are using?' It may have been considering the use of sticks to get ants out of a hill. It was obviously pondering the bicycle... how did we get it... how did we use it. And I was thinking this monkey was only a step away or two from me. When you ride closely by them and they see you coming they think 'why are you threatening me. I think. Now, I think of those who disclaim evolution with the simple question, why aren't there any monkeys with faces identical to humans... why is there no midway. Then I thought... no one survived the collision, the impact of the meteor. All the humans died... then evolved again... which is the reason we don't have a record. There were no survivors. Everything needed to make a human is in the most simple form of life. What ever happens... we evolve again. The space ship must survive. Take a walk in a zoo if you must and look how every single animal has something in common with humans. Five toes, five fingers... well four legs. We call them arms now. But just the fact that so many animals have five fingers, toes, is enough to tell me that we are a part of them and they a part of us. So let us understand them.