A rousing speech

Okay then. That's what I'll do. I'll tell you a story.

I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord. I walk in eternity. I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm over two thousand years old, and I've spent more than half that time giving Rousing Speeches, and not all of them were good. I don't expect you to understand, how could you? History sometimes gives us a terrible shock, and that is because we don't quite fully understand. Why should we? After all, we're too small to realize its final pattern. Therefore don't try and judge it from where you stand. I was right to do as I did. Yes, that I firmly believe. Even after all this time, you cannot understand. I dare not change the course of history. Not one line. And now, they're all gone. All gone. None of them could understand. Not even my little Susan. Or Vicki. And as for Barbara and Chatterton — Chesterton — they were all too impatient to get back to their own time. I wish I could go back, back to my own planet. But I can't... I can't... They're all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky. Oh, you should have seen it, that old planet! The second sun would rise in the south, and the mountains would shine. The leaves on the trees were silver. When they caught the light, every morning it looked like a forest on fire. When the Autumn came, a brilliant glow though the branches. And it was beautiful. They used to call it the Shining World of the Seven Systems. And on the continent of Wild Endeavour, in the mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood the Citadel of the Time Lords. The oldest and most mighty race in the universe. Looking down on the galaxies below, sworn never to interfere, only to watch. But that's the kind of life I could never have. A life of ordered calm, that's the curse of the Time Lords. I had to leave. Can you imagine what it would be like to be an exile? A wanderer, cut off from your own planet? If you could touch the alien sand and hear the cries of strange birds, and watch them wheel in another sky, would that satisfy you? Do you wanna come with me? Because if you do, then I should warn you — you're gonna see all sorts of things. Ghosts from the past. Aliens from the future. The day the Earth died in a ball of flame. It won't be quiet, it won't be safe, and it won't be calm. Don't be afraid to be scared, either. Let me tell you about scared. Your heart is beating so hard -- I can feel it through your hands! There's so much blood and oxygen pumping through your brain, it's like rocket fuel. Right now, you could run faster and you could fight harder. You can jump higher than ever in your life. And you are so alert, it's like you can slow down time. What's wrong with scared? Scared is a super power! It's your super power! There is danger in this room, and guess what? It's you. Do you feel it? Courage isn't a matter of not being frightened, you know. It's being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway. Come on, then. Come with me. Hear me. Take my memories. But I hope you've got a big appetite, because I have lived a long life and I have seen a few things. I walked away from the last Great Time War. I marked the passing of the Time Lords. I saw the birth of the universe and I watched as time ran out, moment by moment, until nothing remained. No time. No space. Just me. I walked in universes where the laws of physics were devised by the mind of a mad man. I've watched universes freeze and creations burn. I've seen things you wouldn't believe. I have lost things you will never understand. And I know things. Secrets that must never be told. Knowledge that must never be spoken. I fought in a bigger war than you will ever know. I did worse things than you could ever imagine, and when I close my eyes... I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count! And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight... Til it burns your hand. And you say this -- no one else will ever have to live like this. No one else will ever have to feel this pain. Not on my watch. Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire, through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought, and a whole, terrible, wonderful universe of impossibilities. You see these eyes? They're old eyes. I am fire and ice and rage. I am the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun, ancient and forever. I burn at the center of time, and I can feel the turn of the universe. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. The entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour. And I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world. You think it'll last forever: people and cars and concrete. But it won't. One day it's all gone. Even the sky. My planet's gone. It's dead. It burned, like the Earth. It's just rocks and dust. Before its time. Planets come and go. Stars perish. Matter disperses, coalesces, forms into other patterns, other worlds. Nothing can be eternal. Sad really, isn't it? People spend all that time making nice things, and other people come along and break them. But while there are fixed points throughout time where things must stay exactly the way they are, this is not one of them. This is an opportunity. Whatever happens here will create its own timeline, its own reality, a temporal tipping point. Every great decision creates ripples, like a huge boulder dropped in a lake. The ripples merge and rebound off the banks in unforeseeable ways. The heavier the decision, the larger the waves, the more uncertain the consequences. After all, the universe is big, it's vast and complicated, and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles. And that's the theory. And you humans! Oh, might have spent a million years evolving into clouds of gas and another million as downloads, but you always revert to the same basic shape: the fundamental human. End of the universe and there you are. Indomitable, that's the word! Indomitable! What an inventive, invincible species. It's only a few million years since you crawled up out of the mud and learned to walk. Puny, defenceless bipeds. You've survived flood, famine and plague. You've survived cosmic wars and holocausts. And someday, there you'll be, out among the stars, waiting to begin a new life. Ready to outsit eternity. Indomitable. Impossible! Consider their potential! From the day they arrive on the planet, blinking, step into the sun, there is more to see than can ever be seen, more to do than-- no, hold on. Sorry, that's The Lion King. But the point still stands. And for centuries I've watched over you, tended to you, guarded you. You'll go to bed and dream of this moment, and when you wake up, you won't even remember me. Well, you'll remember me a little. I'll be a story in your head. But that's OK. We're all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Cause it was, you know. It was the best. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back. Oh, that box. You'll dream about that box. It'll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Would've had... Never had. In your dreams, they'll still be there. The Doctor and the days that never came. And you'll forget. It's a human superpower, forgetting. If you remembered how things felt, you'd have stopped having wars. And stopped having babies. You'll find there's so much else to think about, to remember. Our lives are different to everybody else's; that's the exciting thing. Nobody in the universe can do what we're doing. But now, you're going. Been gone for ages. Already gone, still here, just arrived, haven't even met you yet. It all depends on who you are and how you look at it. Strange business, time. Think about me when you're living your life one day after another, all in a neat pattern. Think about the homeless traveller and his old police box, with his days like crazy paving. Believe me, your future lies here, with your loved ones, and not with a silly old buffer like me. One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine. And I'm not running away, but this is one corner of one country on one continent on one planet that's a corner of a galaxy that's a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond, and there is so much, so much, to see. Because it goes so fast. I'm not running away from things, I am running to them. Before they flare and fade forever. And it's alright. Our lives won't run the same. They can't. One day, soon, maybe, you'll stop. I've known for a while. Maybe I am running. Maybe I've always been running, all my lives through time and space. Every second of every minute of every day for over nine hundred years. I fought for peace in a universe at war. Demons run when a good man goes to war. Night will fall and drown the sun when a good man goes to war. Friendship dies and true love lies, night will fall and the dark will rise, when a good man goes to war. Good men don't need rules, today is not the day to find out why I have so many. I am not a good man. I'm not a bad man. I'm not a hero. I'm definitely not a president, and no, I'm not an officer. You know who I am? I... am... an idiot! With a box and a screwdriver. Passing through. Helping out. Learning. I don't need an army. I never have. Because I've got them, always them, because love is not an emotion. Love is a promise. As for me, I must be going. After all, time can be rewritten. It's the end... the FINAL END... but the moment has been prepared for. There are some corners of the universe which have bread the most terrible things, things which act against everything that we believe in. They must be fought. There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea's asleep, and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, and somewhere else the tea's getting cold.

I've got work to do.