Divine Anagram

"Hold it steady Walter, I need my glasses." Henry grabbed his glasses, and the giant stenciled 'O' came into his vision.

"It's the tenth, isn't it?"

"Indeed, we can finally figure it out."

Years ago Henry received an email stating that he would receive ten letters in the mail. Of course, why would he believe it initially? However, after a few months one came, a 'V' the size of his forearm, and all the other letters followed suit.

Unlocking the steel safe in his basement, Walter and Henry took the letter to their study, locked the doors and shut the windows, and poured over the message.

"He said it would unlock the mystery of our lives, that this was the message humanity was waiting for."

"I remember." Walter said, hand on chin and staring at the letters.

"It can't be too difficult, there's so few of them."

The wooden letters stared back at them, arranged in a nonsensical line: G O B E R I V Y N R

Spinning them around, they found words here and there, none of them forming anything of significance.

"Verb In Orgy?" Walter said.

"Or, Verb In Gory?"

"Perhaps he's saying that words, especially actions words, or actions themselves, are devastating this world. We should live internally, in our minds, and forget the world outside, full of lies and deceit . . . perhaps."

"Maybe, let's keep looking." Henry arranged them to form "Over By Grin."

"Ahh, a philosophy right from the books of Voltaire. Laugh at ourselves, stay by the side of grinning, and life itself will become less a mystery and more an adventure."

"Yes, but Walter I thought this was supposed to be a new philosophy, something to amaze our very psyche with an insight delivered beyond time and space."

"I don't know. However, grinning seems the correct answer. What have we been doing since we started this adventure? Thinking of nothing more than the mystery, the divine message, and we haven't laughed our lived since that day."

"So we wasted years, thinking of this, when we could have been acting as we were, jovial and full of life?" Henry stood up, away from the letters, and understood. "It's to laugh, and not become obsessive, it all makes sense now."

"That's it! That's it! We have to live, not with advanced philosophies or obsessions hanging over our heads, but to live truly in life. Laughing at ourselves, our follies, and to continue until our natural end."

They shook hands, pushed the letters together, and when they were ready to place them back in the safe the doorbell rang. Heading towards the door, they slammed the door to the study.

Shifting slightly, the letters formed a new message that almost looked like "Very Boring," but that couldn't possibly be the intended meaning.