We come into being with a single mission:We are here to run in a relay race. We come into existence already on the starting line with the baton firmly in hand. Or more to the point, the baton is firmly held within us. It was handed to us from our parents. And they got it from their parents. From as far back as we can tell, it’s been carried in the same way. The baton is our DNA. And our sole purpose, our mission, is to propagate, to make a new copy of this DNA encoded message that is responsible for our existence, for the next runner in line, our progeny, to carry forward. And they will hand it in turn to theirs. And on and on following the arrow of time from the unmeasured distance backward over our shoulder to the equally clouded mystery ahead .Every animal, every plant, every insect, every bacteria, all life is running, racing in exquisite synchrony, each one singing their stanza in their own unique voice, combining in a colossal symphony of harmonized DNA voices.But why?What is this cosmic music? In who’s hand was it composed? Set into motion? For whom was its DNA encoded message in time intended? What does it say? What does it mean?What do they want from us?The “meaning” of the message is beyond our ability to comprehend. We are left to believe that life is not random. Every behavior in every life form is doing no more or less than following their instructions to pass this message forward:follow The Prime Commandment.