The Sessions Page #7

...switched on at night, fully charged.

You'll have at least one backup system.

Okay?

Okay.

How close was I?

To what?

You know, to the...

That tunnel thing and the...

The light and the voice saying,

"Don't go near the light."

(CHUCKLES)

Is that what you remember?

No, I assume I passed out.

Before that,

I remember feeling sorry for myself.

Hmm.

Do you feel relieved now?

No.

Relieved that Rod got

to me in time, but I...

I still feel sorry for myself.

Well, I'm sure there's a cure

for that.

Do you want to talk to someone or...?

I feel comfortable talking to you.

Well, I'm just a volunteer.

I'm not a therapist.

I can recommend you

to someone, if you like.

I'm... I'm sorry to be rude.

I'm just smiling at the idea

that a therapist...

...could do anything useful

for me right now.

My priest couldn't.

Are you religious?

Yes.

I would find it absolutely intolerable not

to be able to blame someone for all this.

(LAUGHS)

Are you?

No.

I don't... I don't go to any church or...

I don't think about God very much.

I do believe there's a...

...mysterious logic or...

...poetry to life.

I guess that makes me

a spiritual type.

Yes.

That would count.

Would you like me to visit you?

Are you married?

No.

Do you have a steady boyfriend?

No.

Then please visit as often as you can.

SUSAN:
Bye.

Bye.

Take care.

Hey, hang on a second.

There's just one more thing

I want to tell you.

What's that?

I'm not a virgin.

Go ahead.

Thank you for sharing that with me.

MARK:
Sure.

I'm flabbergasted.

She adores me.

She'll do anything for me,

and I can get pretty kinky sometimes.

Here I was,

ready to offer comfort to the forlorn.

It's supposed to be my specialty.

Well, I guess I can throw away

that little speech.

No, no. Please, make the little speech.

I'd love to hear it.

Okay, fine. Here goes.

The meaning of love.

Love is a journey.

I like it already.

That's it. That's all I've got.

I told you, it's short.

Love is a journey.

Heh.

MARK:

I met Susan five years before I died.

She was the love of my life.

We had the same priorities.

Baseball pretty much came first.

And we wrote each other mushy poems.

I never expected it, nor did she...

...but that's often the

way things turn out.

Susan Fernbach.

MARK:

They say there is a cup of life...

...which is either half

empty or half full...

...depending on how you feel about things.

Of course, the two halves were never even.

Not in my case, that's for sure.

I mean, look at all the years of

unendurable crap I've had to put up with.

That fills most of the cup.

But in the little bit that's left...

...what do I have to show for myself?

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

MARK:

At the very least...

...three beautiful women who all loved me.

And who will all show up at my funeral.

His was a dynamic voice

in a paralyzed body.

A life lived fully...

...long after he should have been dead.

And against all odds,

by Mark's own admission...

...he knew love.

Emotional and physical love.

And in this way, Mark lived his life.

Day by day by day...

...breath by breath by breath.

For 49 years,

he loved and he was loved.

And now Susan Fernbach

will read one of Mark's favorite poems.

This is called:

"Love Poem for No One in Particular."

Let me touch you with my words

For my hands

MARK:

Lie limp as empty gloves.

Let my words stroke your hair

Slide down your back and tickle your belly.

For my hands

Light and free-flying as bricks

Ignore my wishes and stubbornly refuse

To carry out my quietest desires

Let my words enter your mind

Bearing torches

Admit them willingly into your being

So they may caress you gently within

Within

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