Some thoughts. When you are presented with something so scary, so
utterly terrifying that you are all but consumed by this most primal
fear, you fall back on your faith. You fall back on what you know is
rock-solid, what makes you brave. In The God Complex (Doctor Who, of
course,) they explore this idea through a monster that feeds on that
faith. It lures you in with the one thing that scares you most, making
you reveal who or what you have this unshakeable faith in, and it takes
it from you. Then you die. It was fascinating to think about, the idea
that there is this thing in everyone that keeps them going, without
which, you just wither and die. I think depression might be just that:
the loss of that faith that keeps you brave, strong, and marching on,
despite whatever scary ass shit life throws at you. Your faith is
intertwined with hope, that this thing you believe in will lead you out
of whatever situation you are facing at the time. For Amy, her faith was
the Doctor.
This episode was a little confusing for me when I
watched it the first time around, but this time it hit me. The Doctor
believed every word he said when destroying the faith Amy had in him. He
is indeed just a mad man with a box, and she waited for him, and he
does nothing but put her in danger. That led to the goodbye. He was
afraid to lose her, because at the end, the faith she had in him to save
her all the time was ungrounded and ultimately false. He's saving her
one last time by leaving her. It's tragic. It's beautiful. It's what
makes this show so special and timeless (pun) and it's why I am
downright obsessed with it.
I could draw deep into the
small part of my brain dedicated to philosophy and try to conjure up
some parallel between this episode and religion. It is clear that the
Minotaur thing was a kind of Godly figure, possessing its victims and
having them praise him. But I think the bigger picture revolves around
Amy's faith in the Doctor, the moment when he breaks that faith, and
their separation. The relationship between the Doctor and his companion
is so complicated and indescribable. When he smiled that crooked smile
and stepped into the TARDIS alone, it damn near broke my heart. But the
point is, you let go those you don't want to hurt, at least in this
case. And I'm not too sure Amy's faith in him is completely broken...I
sure as hell still have all my faith eggs in the Doctor basket. All in
all, this episode was beautifully written, amazingly shot, and makes
this show the closest thing that comes to an item of worship for me. If I
had to pinpoint my faith in something, it would be the one and only
Doctor. Praise him.
