As a child, I was told stories of the Time Lords. The gods of time who cheated death simply by changing their faces. I was told there were none left- their dues had been paid. Cheaters never win. Nobody told me what that meant, not really. I thought it really was some big game for most of my life- like they were sitting around playing poker and some nut job had finally come up and shot them all for faking their success. That didn't stop me from searching for them- they could be anywhere, any time, whenever and wherever they felt like being. I hoped that one of the gods would visit me, would find me as a child and take me off to see the stars. So I prayed. I prayed because that is what one does when seeking a god. And after I prayed, I grew up. Twenty-four years went by, and I forgot about the Time Lords from Gallifrey.
Then I met the Doctor. A real live Time Lord- at first glance, not quite the god one would expect. As our stories were told, gods did not wear bow ties and tweed jackets. But I learned- I suppose the word learned is a stretch, more of a "here take this" and a split-second memory transference- about this man, all of his travels and his adventures. The men and women whom he had taken off to see the universe and left behind. The terrible crimes he had committed, the horrors he had seen, the grief and the pain he had both caused and experienced. But there was also so much good- all of the lives he had saved, the hope and the adventure and the wonder and how much beauty he brought into the lives of those he met. And I knew, in that split-second moment, that he was the god I had been searching for. But he was the last. A god indeed, but a lonely god, one in need of a family to help him with the loss of the ones he had gained and left behind.
So I joined him. I came with him on his travels, saw the far reaches of the galaxy and beyond. Magnificent, enormous planets at the center of solar systems being orbited by stars. Sentient plants and creatures without conscious thought. An entirely man-made, synthetic system and a restaurant at the end of the universe itself. And it was beautiful and horrifying and so small and yet so large at the same time. Much like my lonely god himself.
But there is a breaking point for everything in creation.