Quote of the day (esoterica edition)

Is it a wolf I hear,
Howling his lonely communion
With the unpiloted stars,
Or merely the self-importance and servitude
In the bark of a dog?

How many millennia did it take,
Twisting and torturing
The pride from the one
To make a tool,
The other?

And how do we measure the distance from spirit to spirit?
And who do we find to blame?

from Quell's "Poems and Other Prevarications"
quoted in Altered Carbon (Richard K. Morgan)