you know some things you can heal and some things you can live with and still you can have healing even if you can't heal altogether. things happen to a body that become the body and even though they say we become entirely different people every seven years they also say a dog ages seven years for every human year and that's balderdash. wait, i don't think i've ever used that word before. i spose it should have an exclamation point. 
even if kumar can't heal mister's awthritus it moves me that he tries and i think it moves mister too, he seems so peaceful and happy, and the main thing i bet with healing is how you feel, right? if you are peaceful and happy you might very well be healed even with the awthritus you carry like a familiar burden. 

i love words. i love them for their sound. when we were babies we would babble and i wonder does that come from the tower of babel, i'm too tired to look it up, and that is tired, it would be funny that that the tower of babel became baby-speak and from the mouth of babes huh you get some crazy sounds and who knows what sound sense. oh i love babies. we saw a danish baby, harold, that didn't talk at all yesterday and his grandma talking danish and harold just babbling and laughing like a brook and returned today smiling and laughing and babbling away at the pointers' play. that's for kids and dogs and the towers that fall all sound just the sound we want to play like laughter in our own ears.

oh yeah i meant to talk about balderdash which may originate in the 16th c. welsh as baldorddus to mean chatter or idle talk and later a frothy liquid, which could recall the babbling brook and baby talk. 
later on it seems, after shakespeare, it seems the term acquired more invective.

i note the difference of the posts at r.'s house, but i can't say what if anything it means. do i babble here more, on the 15th floor?