I ned tuo nkow ohw ot rwtie

Smae I dnto oknw owh ot irwte ietehr

Fathom the reach of the great realms, conquer the human plane of ascendancy. Through redundancy, you’ve been achieved great immortality within the english spirits. English teachers gather around the world to cherish you. Writing is nothing but a virtue to your philosophy. You grow up to have a wife, 3 children. You are now teaching them how to write because you cannot even fathom the thought of replicating your childhood in which you did not learn to write. You die in essence with a legacy that lives on. Your children have graduated to attend Harvard.

Long live the unwritten gospel.

Would it be an oboe?