Assume you have all the luxuries of a modern life in your Tardis (toilet, hot showers, TV, books, game console, …) which doubles as a mini self-sufficient apartment with it’s own energy stores and generation.
Where in history would you go if comfort wasn’t an issue?
Write your own bible with the truth, distribute it to safe locations like Constantinople, Alexandria, and Baghdad.
Somehow I would be stopped, I feel it. And regardless, they’d corrupt my writings even if I was careful and entirely honest, and the lumpen would eat it up. Oh well. 🤷😅
'“Live and let live” he writes. Father, does that mean “Die and make Die also applies?”