Of all the dart throwing monkeys, the magic one is my favorite.  He has been bred from lucky progenitors for innumerable generations, in hopes that he would prove genetically luckier than all the other monkeys.  I am constantly tinkering with his brain, in my idle hours, and putting him through increasingly rigorous tests.  I once tried to shoot him with an AK-47.  It jammed.  I think he's a very lucky monkey.

If you're hoping for any explanations from me beyond fairy tales and just-so stories, tounge-in-my-cheek and pulley-on-your-leg, you'll have to wait until I've got either (a) something fit for peer-review and publication, or (b) a fund to pitch to skeptical investors.  Pretty useless, I know, but hopefully at least mildly entertaining.  If you think of the monkey as half a bit of information in a gigabit sack, you probably won't be led astray (much).

I might start a monkey thread, but I don't have the bandwidth to start anything.