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Maybe the body you perceive yourself to have isn't really there.
或許你感知到的自己的身體，其實并不存在。
Maybe all of reality, even its abstract concepts, like time, shape, color and number are false, all just deceptions concocted by an evil genius!
或許所有的現實，甚至那些抽象概念，包括時間、形狀、顏色和數字，都不是真實的，所有的一切都是一個邪惡天才捏造出來的。
No, seriously. Descartes asks if you can disprove the idea that an evil genius demon has tricked you into believing reality is real.
嚴肅地說，不是這樣的。笛卡爾在書中問到，你是否可以證明的確沒有一個邪惡的天才欺騙你相信周圍的世界是真實的？
Perhaps this diabolical deceiver has duped you.
或許這個邪惡的騙子真的欺騙了你。
The world, your perceptions of it, your very body.
讓你相信周圍的世界，自己的身體。
You can't disprove that they're all just made up, and how could you exist without them? You couldn't! So, you don't.
既然無法證明這一切都不是捏造出來的，那么你怎么能在沒有它們的環境中生存呢？你不能，所以你并不是在這樣的環境中生存的。
Life is but a dream, and I bet you aren't row, row, rowing the boat merrily at all, are you?
生活就是一場夢，我相信你絕不是永遠興高采烈地劃著這艘船，對嗎？
No, you're rowing it wearily like the duped, nonexistent doof you are/aren't.
當然不是，你就像一個受騙的傻瓜，或是存不存在的傻帽。
Do you find that convincing? Are you persuaded?
這么說有道理嗎？你被說服了嗎？
If you aren't, good; if you are, even better, because by being persuaded, you would prove that you're a persuaded being.
如果還沒有被說服，很好，如果已經被說服，那更好了，因為如果被說服了，說明你是一個有思想的存在。
You can't be nothing if you think you're something, even if you think that something is nothing
如果你認為自己是個人物，那就不能說你什么都不是，即使你認為自己“什么都不是”，
because no matter what you think, you're a thinking thing,
因為無論你怎樣認為，你都是一個有思想的個體。
or as Descartes put it, "I think, therefore I am," and so are you, really.
或者就像笛卡爾所說：“我思故我在。”你也是這樣，真的。
