The eyes are not transparent windows from a self out onto a world, nor are the ears, nor are any of our senses.

眼睛不是自我通向世界的透明窗户，耳朵也不是， 我们的任何感官也不是。

Their writing becomes a kind of transparent window on which reality is reflected, and through which people see, not them, but that of which they write.

他们的写作变成了一种透明的窗口， 反映了现实， 人们通过它看到的不是他们， 而是他们所写的东西。

Perhaps it seems as though the self is the recipient of wave upon wave of perceptions, as if the world just pours itself into the mind through the transparent windows of the senses.

也许自我似乎是一波又一波感知的接受者，就好像世界只是通过感官的透明窗口将自己倾注到头脑中一样。