Doctor Who
Mar. 17th, 2011 03:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI watched Doctor Who and now I has happy. A headache and a happy. At 0330 in the morning. That's some powerful happy, right there.
I was reading for college the other day and there was a description of a story. The story was about a magic ring. The ring would grant one wish, only one, but any one, as long as you really completely wanted it. But in the story the man with the ring didn't get anything, because he kept on thinking of a thing, but whatever he thought of would make him think of something bigger or better or less likely to go wrong. He couldn't want any one thing completely, too busy wanting everything and fearing it too.
I thought about it, for all of about five seconds, and I knew what I would wish:
I would wish the Doctor was real.
The Doctor in the TARDIS, with all of Time and Space just waiting for him, endlessly curious, endlessly compassionate, fierce, brilliant and a bit mad. Out there somewhere, where everything is possible.
And I wouldn't make the wish for me to travel with him. If he was real, he could travel with anyone. I'm one of anyone. He could travel with me. But if I wished him to travel with me I'd get a me scale Doctor, Doctor for one, kind of tiny. But if he were just real, proper Doctor, well then, anything could happen.
I could want that, and never get tired of wanting it.
And then when he was real we'd know about him from telling each other all about him. And we'd hear it and know it could be our turn one day, so we'd get to be our best, hoping we'll be ready come the day. And it could be any day, any at all, in the middle of studying or when you're tired from selling things or on your way to another temp job or with a whole bus of other pensioners. You'd never run out of chances. Any day could be the one that's purely extraordinary.
So the best bit is, that kind of real, we already have all the parts and pieces. Even if we know we made up the stories, we also know the proper Doctor when we hear about him. So we don't got to wait on magic rings.
Believe for twenty minutes, notice the clues, take the photos, send a message, save the world. Real enough.
(But I still would wish. If I had one wishing.)
I was reading for college the other day and there was a description of a story. The story was about a magic ring. The ring would grant one wish, only one, but any one, as long as you really completely wanted it. But in the story the man with the ring didn't get anything, because he kept on thinking of a thing, but whatever he thought of would make him think of something bigger or better or less likely to go wrong. He couldn't want any one thing completely, too busy wanting everything and fearing it too.
I thought about it, for all of about five seconds, and I knew what I would wish:
I would wish the Doctor was real.
The Doctor in the TARDIS, with all of Time and Space just waiting for him, endlessly curious, endlessly compassionate, fierce, brilliant and a bit mad. Out there somewhere, where everything is possible.
And I wouldn't make the wish for me to travel with him. If he was real, he could travel with anyone. I'm one of anyone. He could travel with me. But if I wished him to travel with me I'd get a me scale Doctor, Doctor for one, kind of tiny. But if he were just real, proper Doctor, well then, anything could happen.
I could want that, and never get tired of wanting it.
And then when he was real we'd know about him from telling each other all about him. And we'd hear it and know it could be our turn one day, so we'd get to be our best, hoping we'll be ready come the day. And it could be any day, any at all, in the middle of studying or when you're tired from selling things or on your way to another temp job or with a whole bus of other pensioners. You'd never run out of chances. Any day could be the one that's purely extraordinary.
So the best bit is, that kind of real, we already have all the parts and pieces. Even if we know we made up the stories, we also know the proper Doctor when we hear about him. So we don't got to wait on magic rings.
Believe for twenty minutes, notice the clues, take the photos, send a message, save the world. Real enough.
(But I still would wish. If I had one wishing.)
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Date: 2011-03-17 03:52 am (UTC)Even more, I like your way of thinking - we'd all want to be our best, to be ready, and maybe, to be better people for the waiting and wishing.
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Date: 2011-03-17 06:09 am (UTC)Because a universe without the Doctor doesn't bear thinking about. :)