Love is the bond of perfection.
(January 12, 1588 - March 26, 1649)
It's something within his joint, most probably the cartilage, and it could be something underlying from the old injury.
A fickle and capricious woman.
Life can be found only in the present moment. The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life.
Thich Nhat Hanh