By now you probably are convinced that this is all fiction, unable to conceive of creatures with consciousness and enough intelligence to totally dominate life on their planet, believing they must receive instructions, under the various subterfuges, from their own kind of: How-they-should-live-their-lives.
If you were more given to sarcasm you might say something like: “Any creature that one day suddenly finds itself alive, and then still thinks that it needs instructions in how to be alive, doesn’t deserve to be alive.” But something more is going on there than has been herein mentioned.
From what has been said: can you figure out what it is? (And to save you the trouble of talking to a travel agent, about getting there, it surely comes as no surprise by now to be told that this world exists in your head.)
For the few: accepting the feeling natural to consciousness, that you are in need of instructions from someone in how-to-live-your-life, will by itself, keep you from directly seeing what life is about.
J.