The universe goes on, no matter what.
It goes on, and on, and on… Quickly and hurriedly it thunders by, set in a constant, deranged motion. Each and every being and planet is forced along with it, driven forward like a herd of cattle, the threat of the prod ever-present.
Supernovas and black holes, are all rendered powerless by the movement of this great beast. The stars and the moons, the suns and the quasars, all flying by. They send off light, streaking the skies with light.
It's beautiful, in that haunting, terrifying way.
And it goes on. On, and on, and on.
Friends leave and fathers kiss their last goodnight-kiss. Sisters move on and brothers don't care. Mothers are stolen and lovers are lost.
When the lovers are lost and gone forever, and their very idea turned to dust, the universe will go on.
There are good times and bad, and they each become chapters of your life, ready and waiting on your bedside table to be opened and reread.
There are scholars and dunces, good people and bad. Why are there the dunces and bad? Why are the lovers torn from our grasp? Why are there lives lived, never loved?
They say everything happens for a reason. Perhaps everything does. But it isn't your job to find these sacred reasons.
Sometimes, it's best to simply accept and move on, because when you fall behind, you'll be left behind. You'll be left to sleep the eternal sleep, to be tired no more, and to love no more.
Friends, family, and enemies alike will gather to mourn your falling.
And on it will go, spinning, spiraling, out of control. The universe will go on, no matter what.
The Doctor knows this best.
