The document describes the futile attempts of the narrator's body parts to obey their commands to serve humanity, pursue adventure, listen to nature, etc., as each part remains distracted or indulgent. However, before the narrator can perceive anything or issue further commands, their heart has already begun bonding with love, burgeoning with creative freshness, and transforming all mortals into immortals through omnipresent friendship.

1. MORTAL TO IMMORTAL
A zillionth time I commanded my hands to arduously work; and they still languidly
crept under silken carpets of sand; as the Sun majestically blazed from the sky,
A zillionth time I commanded my feet to march towards unflinching adventure; and
they still tickled the tantalizingly sensuous orchard of fructifying raspberries with their
big toes,
A zillionth time I commanded my lips to mumble inexhaustible hymns of
righteousness; and they still pursed themselves uncompromisingly to indefinitely feast
at the romantic moisture of the blowing mists,
A zillionth time I commanded my eyes to indefatigably search for newness in the
atmosphere; and they still shut themselves into invincible sleep; to celestially fantasize
into a land beyond infinite infinity,
A zillionth time I commanded my skin to ardently perspire; to nurture the
true spirit of existence; and it still intransigently craved for an unstoppably fiery
embrace; aimlessly loitering on avalanches of white ice,
A zillionth time I commanded my throat to diffuse into endlessly humanitarian
melody that would wonderfully mitigate every tyrannized echelon of humanity; and it
still unceasingly drowned itself into tawdrily voluptuous rivers of scarlet wine,
A zillionth time I commanded my shadow to blissfully mollify the drearily bedraggled
traveler; and it still purposelessly sauntered through the inscrutable forests;
perennially wanting to bond with limitless compassion,
A zillionth time I commanded my blood to peacefully coalesce with the ocean
of priceless oneness; and it still tempestuously gushed up and down my veins; like an
untamed volcano in the corpses of hell,
A zillionth time I commanded my hair to compassionately swirl towards the
aisles of ebullient paradise; and they still lackadaisically smothered amidst phlegmatic
dry leaves stonily staring towards chocolate brown soil,
A zillionth time I commanded my bones to tirelessly surge to miraculously
ameliorate the haplessly orphaned; and they still ached and sanctimoniously
groaned till the realms of eternity; at the tiniest puff of wind,
A zillionth time I commanded my nape to drift towards every of those despairing
dwellings which needed me the most; and it still laconically couched beneath a cistern

2. of enthralling pearls; reminiscing the most immaculate moments of its life under their
pristine glimmer,
A zillionth time I commanded my ears to unendingly listen to the unfathomably royal
melody of mother nature; and they still intractably drifted towards the raunchily
blaring music of the inarticulate discotheque,
A zillionth time I commanded my conscience to impregnate itself with nothing
else but peerlessly sparkling truth; and it still sporadically got carried away towards the
devastatingly obsolete mist of blatantly decrepit lies,
A zillionth time I commanded my belly to gyrate uninhibitedly to the tunes
of the unbelievably unhindered nightingale; and it still did nothing else but
gluttonously gobbling countless morsels of food in a single minute; before becoming
the snore of the fathomless planet outside,
A zillionth time I commanded my brain to spell bindingly innovate; and it still
immutably delved into moments of my unfettered childhood; the laziness encircling
each of my bones; when I snoozing in the lap of my sacrosanct mother,
A zillionth time I commanded my skeleton to devote every bit of its entrapped
energy to the service of eternally unbreakable mankind; and still it wasted its
amazingly Herculean tenacity; into seductively titillating women and wine,
A zillionth time I commanded my teeth to incessantly chew for the unfortunately old;
and still they irrevocably spent their entire lifetime; masticating such a stolen pedigree
of fruit; which in never any birth was ever theirs,
A zillionth time I commanded my breath to ignite inimitably passionate fires
even in the heart of frigid ice; and it still endlessly flowed without the slightest reason
or ostensibly sagacious rhyme,
But before I could ever perceive an ethereal iota or ever dream to authoritatively
command; my heart had already commenced to bond its beats with infinite fragments
of love; my heart had already commenced to perpetually burgeon with the
Omnipotent freshness of creation; my heart had already commenced to
metamorphose every mortal into immortal with the power of; omnipresent
friendship.