Tribal

There was multiform movement - the spinning wheels, the flashing rods and motion, the steam and smoke shooting from the chimney, the coming, passing by and going away of the train were all of the nature of movement, the ultimate expression of freedom and the very nature of life itself.  

And the steam locomotive had a voice which came from its heart, enchanting the listener with the mystery of its music and with the tales of struggle and triumph which it told, a mantra in rhythm and tone.   

In short, the steam locomotive was a manifestation in forms of fundamental formless qualities which were displayed when the locomotive was in motion and lay latent within it when at rest.  There have been other things in the world which have had elements of the same qualities but none to the extent or degree that the steam locomotive had.  Its very imperfections made it perfect, gave it an all-important spiritual dimension, and it was no wonder that conciousness perceived in the steam locomotive something far transcending its utilitarian function, a powerful symbol for a higher reality and something for which those who became one with it had an affinity that did not have to be taught and needed no explanation and which too was perfect - an experience of harmony with something deep and unseen within themselves.  

Unfortunately, most are not in tune with this wavelength and what I am writing will be lost on them.