This issue of Mythos Journal broods on the gods or goddesses in thinking machines and their human consequences. From time to time we sensed it, as we watched an express train thundering at lightning speed across the countryside, a race-car shooting into its lane from a banked curve, or screeching birds wheeling above our cities. A racing car whose hood is adorned by great pipes, like serpents of explosive breath is more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace. This great new truth the makers of the Zeeco Car have considered as much as price and style. It's fleet as the antelope, smooth as the glide of a swallow, yet powerful as the charge of a bull-elephant.
Class breathes in every line.
S peed, having as its essence the intutive synthesis of every force in movement, is naturally pure. Aggressive and warlike. Passive and pacifistic. If prayer means communication with the divinity, running at high speed is a prayer. Holiness of wheels and rails.