Section 3:Lines of 《CD》--Broken so exquisite
(1) One extreme line of 《CD》--The sides of sense / Steam from madness
To my mind, even though I've accepted (as far as) everything, especially as the true one, I've become aware that I'm deceived sometime from the senses.
In this way, our senses sometimes deceives us of something minute or more distant. On the other hand, according to what's scooped out from these senses, likewise, when I touch this paper manually, these hands themselves are really mine. Whether or not becouse the bile is black, as melancholy, discouraged, disappointed & fell into madness, the little/trifling brains of people teeter on/in (the) very obstinate steam. For these people, naked bodies are something finished up blowing the melted Vidro or glass. Then, I've converted such a case from the people into me.
(2) The other extreme line of 《CD》--What is without doubt even if we feel it.
To my mind, even though I've accepted (as far as) everything, especially as the true one, even if they are what I had received through my senses, prudently, we/I never trust them plainly & fully, because they've deceived us even once.
However, about a great many of the others, nothing can be suspected at all. For example, sitting on the hearth, and similar things of this, Could that be denied by any reason?/Why that could be denied? Even so much poverty, if you insist that you have a pot in the shape of a pumpkin as your whole body, you'd have lost your sanity.
(3) The moderate line of 《CD》--Madness is revealed in a speech? / Vidro or glass is melting, & I go blank.
I guess/think that: even though I've accepted (even as long as) everything,
especially, as the true one, we do well not to trust at all what has deceived us even once among them.
However, I don't know that I 'm here now in/with(?) the winter clothes, and the things similar to it, and that this whole body is mine, because, perhaps I might be mad due to comparing myself to someone/somebody. As long as I like, (almost forever,) I insist that I think myself as the king, clothed with purple, have my head in clay, my whole body (to be) finished blowing Vidro or glass melted, so I must have seemed (to be) lost my own mind.
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