This chapter in Fitz's musing is so beautifully written.

I had a physical kinship with all that lived in the world. I had a right to be here. I was as much a part of this summer night as the insects or the water pearling past my feet. I think that old magic draws much of its strength from that acknowledgement. That we are a part of that world, no more but certainly no less than that rabbit.

Below is an extract from the Desiderata by Max Ehrmann.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

This poem is one dear to my heart. It helped my childhood woes. Loved being brought back to it.

I love Robin Hobb.