We are nomadic by nature; infected by wanderlust. And yet, ironically, cruelly, we are bound in more ways than one. We are bound because we search and we search because we are bound. We are what people refer to as genies, though Disney hasn't gotten it quite right. It is true that we have magic at our disposal, though we don't just grant anyone three wishes. It is true that we are enslaved, though it is not to a lamp. And it is true that we are the things of legends and myths, though we continue to walk among humans. We suffer for decades, centuries even through our servitude, struggling aimlessly against our binds to find that one thing that will set us free. The trials we endure are difficult, heart-wrenching, even violent, but if we make it to the end we achieve the one thing that constantly eludes us. Love. And with that love, freedom.