NASA has confirmed the discovery of a real-universe analogue of Gallifrey, the home planet of the Time Lords in Doctor Who.
According to a recent article, NASA came across what it calls a “transiting circumbinary multi-planet system” – in layman’s speak, “two worlds orbiting two suns” – using its Kepler planet-hunting telescope, and the Register likens to “Doctor Who’s Time Lord homeworld, Gallifrey.”
The new system, which has been named Kepler 47, has two stars circling each other every 7.5 days. One of them is similar in size to our sun, whereas the other is approximately one third its size.
Doctor Who fans have started a petition to rename the newly discovered planet, named “HD 106906 b” to Gallifrey in honour of the show.
"Remember every black day I ever stopped you and then.
And then... do the smart thing: Let somebody else try first."
Wibbly Wobbly Challenge: Favorite quote per series in colours abound
→ Series 5; Vincent and The Doctor
“The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
I wonder if Jesus ever looked at his disciples when they were doubting and going astray, smiled, and thought to himself “they have no idea what they are about to do for my kingdom”.
And then I wonder if Jesus looks at me in my moments of sin and weakness, smiles, and thinks to himself “she has no idea what she is about to do for my kingdom”.
Between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?
Well... um... big question, but, to me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world's greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.