The loss due to translation in any philosophical work can, indeed, be overcome, if you happen to have an absolute virginity annihilating IQ violating intuition.
I EXIST. IN THOUSANDS OF AGONIES — I EXIST. I’M TORMENTED ON THE RACK — BUT I EXIST! THOUGH I SIT ALONE IN A PILLAR — I EXIST! I SEE THE SUN, AND IF I DON’T SEE THE SUN , I KNOW IT’S THERE. AND THERE’S A WHOLE LIFE IN THAT, IN KNOWING THAT THE SUN IS THERE.
"Please stop me and ask me if you don't understand what I say" What of substance do you provide about which one may raise a question. It's clouds — pile of shit erected into the sky, it's clouds.
Certain philosophy professors have a talent to degrade the text at hand, impregnated with such profundity, into something so simple and bland. Gives the wrong idea that the philosopher wrote simplistic/vague nonsense. It is discouraging if you don't read the text first hand.
"Let the other sciences try to argue as much as they like without philosophy — without it they can have in them neither life, Spirit, nor truth."
The Phenomenology of Spirit, subsection 67.