He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm in 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.
Due to the many snow days in the last few weeks facilitating my laziness, I’ve blasted through Series 1-4 of Doctor Who, from BBC. This is the current run of this franchise, which has lasted for over 40 years, defining modern science fiction.
I have to say that this is probably the greatest show ever to be put on TV. There, I said it.
It beats Battlestar Galactica, which is an amazing series which demonstrates and defines human nature to its fullest extent. At some point, I’ll blog about BSG, as I plan to re-watch it all from beginning to end soon.
This show demonstrates love beyond all that could be recognizable by humankind–at least from one human to another. The Doctor is a Time Lord who travels in the TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimensions In Space), which is a time-traveling spaceship disguised as a blue, wooden police box (due to a malfunctioning chameleon circuit–long story…and yes, it’s bigger on the inside).