The document contrasts the best and worst of experiences that "He" has perpetually prepared one for, including the best and worst of smells, light, music, victories, new experiences, wisdom, heroics, freedom, etc. However, the one thing that was not prepared for was accepting crippling death within the heart of his creation, within the atmosphere of endless procreation, and within the oneness of every organism on Earth, or the jubilant moments of one's destined life.

1. UNPREPARED
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of ecstatic scents; as well as the
worst of the worst morbidly fetid stinks,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of unsurpassably optimistic
illumination; as well as the worst of the worst dolorously asphyxiating darkness,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of triumphant melodies; as well
as the worst of the worst torturously ghastly voices of the ghost,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of unflinchingly sparkling
victories; as well as the worst of the worst scurrilously ignominious defeats,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of intriguingly exhilarating
newness; as well as the worst of the worst bawdily desolate silence of the treacherous
coffins,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of ubiquitously synergistic
wisdom; as well as the worst of the worst myths of cadaverously pulverizing illiteracy,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of blazingly insuperable
heroics; as well as the worst of the worst gallows of abysmally deteriorating
dumbness,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of magically volatile
sensuousness; as well as the worst of the worst amorphously listless matchboxes of
tyrannical monotony,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of uninhibitedly priceless
freedom; as well as the worst of the worst of apocalypses of unsparingly lambasting
hell,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of opulently majestic rainfall; as
well as the worst of the worst of bizarrely strangulating mortuaries of drought,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of compassionately symbiotic
camaraderie; as well as the worst of the worst of venomously diabolical parasites of
malicious chicanery,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of indomitably towering
courage; as well as the worst of the worst of salaciously flagrant dastardliness,

2. He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of wholeheartedly
unconquerable smiles; as well as the worst of the worst of fretfully tearful and
penalizing disasters,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of timelessly endowing royalty;
as well as the worst of the worst sordidly begging bowls of haplessly inevitable
desperation,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of altruistically benign
philanthropism; as well as the worst of worst of parsimoniously lethal
and indescribably penurious crime,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of spellbindingly Omnipresent
virility; as well as the worst of worst of slaps that tirelessly reverberated the curse of
being infertile,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of Immortally unassailable
love; as well as the worst of the worst of cannibalistically vituperative betrayal,
He’s perpetually prepared you for the best of the best of regally emollient life; as well
as the worst of the worst of hedonistically massacring and unavoidable death,
But if there was one thing that the Lord didn’t prepare you for; or never ever wanted
you to prepare yourself: That was to nonchalantly accept the corpse of savagely
crippling death; within the heart of his effulgently panoramic creation; within the
invincible entrenchment of his endlessly procreating atmosphere; within the melody
of unshakable oneness that enshrouded every of his organism and particle of earth
alike; within every unbelievably jubilant moment of your blessedly proliferating and
destined life