Are you sitting comfortably? Good. Then we’ll begin:
50 years ago we met the Doctor. He’s from another world. He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm and the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and can see the turn of the universe. And…he’s wonderful. He has a machine disguised as a phone box that can travel anywhere in time and space. He told us to run away with him…and we’ve been running ever since.
The Doctor taught us to go forward with no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. And as we watch the ones we love go forward in their beliefs, hope they can prove to us we are not mistaken in our own.
The Doctor taught us that our lives are different from anybody else’s. And that that’s the exciting thing. Nobody in the universe can do what we’re dong.
The Doctor taught us that courage isn’t a matter of not being frightened, it’s being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway.
The Doctor taught us there’s no point in being grown up if you can’t be childish sometimes.
The Doctor taught us to try to believe three impossible things before breakfast.
The Doctor taught us planets come and go, stars perish, matter disperses, coalesces, forms into other patterns, other worlds. Nothing can be eternal.
The Doctor taught us you can always judge a man by the quality of his enemies.
The Doctor taught us time travel’s possible. Anything’s possible.
The Doctor taught us to have a good life.
The Doctor taught us that while most people assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, that actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.
The Doctor taught us that in all of time and space there’s never been anybody who wasn’t important.
No one knows the answer, but everyone asks the same question, the first question, the oldest question in the universe, the question that must never be answered: