The first thing you notice about the existence of celery in your potato salad is that celery is spelled with a "c" and not an "s."
The second thing you notice is that celery is a horrid, crunchy surprise lurking among your potatoes. The celery doesn't necessarily attack you, but it doesn't not attack you either. I'm no lawyer, but I'm sure there is some level of criminal molestation inherent in the unexpected crunch that accompanies celery in potato salad.
If a super genius invented an accurate measurement system that could tell you with absolute certainty which of these two properties of celery in potato salad was more egregious, which do you think it would be?
That is a trick question, of course. You could never create such an unbiased measurement system. Too many variables.
Still, it would be nice to know the answer.
Some nights I sneak into my backyard and stare up at the night sky. I can't see very many stars because I live in a city, but I have a good imagination so I imagine dozens of stars and then I think about questions such as this.
I'm kind of like Plato.
This potato salad has celery in it . . . eh.