The words “peace” and “pacifism” have always annoyed me. Every time I hear these words, some part of my brain starts playing a Cheech and Chong movie. Another part of my brain revisits endless arguments about non-violent civil disobedience. Between those two mental associations are a lot of other things, but mostly things I don’t like. Yet when I really sit down and think about what I want my life to be like, I’m not vibing the whole Valhalla, eternal war thing. On the right day, I could even enjoy reading some Tolstoy.