The one who beheld the true beauty of darkness knows the vanity of the moth.

The one who feels the pain of self and the pain of others knows the true depth of suffering.

The one who succumbed to the allure of flight has seen the terror of fright.

And the one who has nothing to lose is honored with the strength of the fight.

The one who felt the depth of affection knows the emptiness it leaves behind.

And the one who can sense the soil beneath their feet knows the essence of freedom.

If this is what it feels like to be the one. If this is what freedom feels like…

Then… Yes, Dobby is free! The Dobby inside me and the Dobby inside you is free!

-A Solivagant’s Shoes