The document advises against feeling sorry for others and instead embracing them as equals. It uses a series of rhetorical questions to address those who may perceive themselves as better off in terms of traits like health, wealth or abilities. It argues that feeling sorry for others viewed as less fortunate would actually harm them more than any physical ailments, and that the best approach is to accept and help others without seeing them as different.

1. STOP FEELING SORRY
If you’re perennially smiling; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose innocuous
cheeks were inundated with nothing else; but an unsurpassable whirlpool
of tears,
If you’re blazingly intrepid; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose
uncontrollably quavered at even the most inconspicuous whisper of
the evanescently cowardly wind,
If you’re stupendously white; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose skins
were jinxed with a color; more acrimoniously blacker than the most
pathetically blackened of charcoal,
If you’re bountifully virile; don’t feel sorry at all for all those who couldn’t
proliferate into even a mercurial shadow of their own; even in the most
astoundingly pristine of their youth,
If you’re unbelievably creative; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose brains
were in a state of amorphously stony inertia; right since the very first cry of
euphorically resplendent birth,
If you’re invincibly strong; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose frigid veins
disdainfully popped out of their impoverished skins; whose stomachs shriveled
into recesses of nothingness forever and ever and ever,
If you’re amazingly eclectic; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose robotic
footsteps; led them to nowhere else but the most blasphemously delinquent
graves of nonsensical monotony,
If you’re incomparably wealthy; don’t feel sorry at all for all those who spent
every unfurling instant of their horrifically dismantled lifetime; within the
lecherously incarcerated confines of the parsimonious gutterpipe,
If you’re spell bindingly robust; don’t feel sorry at all for all those who were
afflicted with the most invidiously penalizing of cancer/aids; for whom death
was the most inevitably sadistic signature of life,
If you’re ebulliently athletic; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose bodies
were indescribably maimed; tawdrily thwarted into disparaging oblivion for
ostensibly no fault of theirs,

2. If you’re unfathomably sensitive; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose ears
weren’t anything but jewels without the slightest of luster; as brutal strokes of
destiny had limitlessly rendered them stone deaf,
If you’re miraculously hawk-eyed; don’t feel sorry at all for all those who could
sight nothing but a corpse of crucifying blackness infront of their eyes; even
under the most Omnipotently brilliant of Sunlight,
If you’re mellifluously sweet-tongued; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose
tongues blurted nothing but inanely incomprehensible balderdash; as the thorns
of decrepit dumbness had stung them right in the center of their spines,
If you’re beautifully sculptured; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose faces;
inadvertently resembled the most preposterously distorted of dinosaurs,
If you’re inevitably magnetic; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose countless
zillion efforts; still miserably floundered to entice the heart of even an ethereally
insouciant fly,
If you’re brilliantly patriotic; don’t feel sorry at all for all those who preferred to
sell their mother’s and souls; instead of mustering the tenacity to take the
onslaught of the rampaging devil on their barren chests,
If you’re altruistically sacrosanct; don’t fell sorry at all for all those who spent
almost every unleashing second of their devastated lives; on the ultimate
precipices of mental retardation and in a dilapidated mental asylum,
If you’re unassailably breathing; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose life was
just for the sake of the externally worthless physical form; whose soul had died
the most ghastliest of death at the hands of torturous fate; an infinite births ago,
If you’re immortally in love; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose beats did
quintessentially liberate into the atmosphere like yours; but unfortunately failed
to coalesce with the eternally fructifying and ultimate love of their life,
Because. The instant you started to feel the least sorry for all these kind of
organisms and countless more hopelessly deprived of their kind; you’d be infact
giving them an instantaneous death which would be more gory than the most
goriest of death could ever be; a death caused by sympathetic disdain; a death
caused by your attitude of crumbling weakness; a death caused by your feeling
of sheer helplessness; a death caused by your inability to accept them as
blessedly normal entities alive,
Whilst the instant you stopped feeling sorry for them; wholeheartedly embracing
them instead; as just one of your blessed kind; the instant you selflessly reached

3. out to even the most infinitesimal aspect of theirs; the instant you tried and did
your very best for them blending each of your gregarious breath with theirs; that
very instant and by the grace of God; you’d not only be attaining the most
supreme epitome of divinity; but commencing upon an expedition united with
them; to exist as the most pricelessly unconquerable form of celestial living kind.