A Soulful Journey

One day, making tracks  In the prarie of Prax, Came a North-Going Zax And a south-going Zax. And it happened that both of them came to a place where they bumped.   There they stood. Foot to foot.  Face to face.  “Look here, now!”  the North-Going Zax said.  “I say!  You are blocking my path.  You are right in my way.  I’m a North-Going Zax and I always go north.  Get out of my way, now, and let me go forth!”    “Who’s in whose way?”  snapped the South-Going Zax.  “I always go south, making south going tracks.  So you’re in MY way!  And I ask you to move and let me go south in my south going groove.”    Then the North-Going Zax puffed his chest up with pride. “I never,” he said, “take a step to one side.  And I’ll prove to you that I won’t change my ways if I have to keep standing here fifty-nine days!”    “And I’ll prove to YOU” yelled the South-Going Zax, “T...