Russellesque Thoughts #2

The simplicity of human existence could dwell in a distant gaze; almost like admiring a museum artifact from behind the glass -- for it is not your object of affection, rather the object of your affection. Much like that necessary rearrangement of pronouns, retaining authenticity of the object would require a restrain of your image of it imposed on it, and preserving it's environment without added knowledge. If this happens, there is a chance that pleasure independent of validation may lie in you, like a question that has no answer.