There was a brief, beautiful moment from 2014, the first year of my life (that I feel comfortable admitting to), until mid-2016—a year-and-a-half long moment when I _didn't_ have to fight a desperate and obviously hopeless [ideological war](/2020/Feb/if-in-some-smothering-dreams-you-too-could-pace/) of survival against a Society that's _trying to kill me_.
-(Technically, trying to impose the use of [gerrymandered concepts](https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/esRZaPXSHgWzyB2NL/where-to-draw-the-boundaries) that raise the [message length](TODO: linky "Beyond the Binary") of my existence in social reality. Like I said, _trying to kill me_.)
+(Technically, trying to impose the use of [gerrymandered concepts](https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/esRZaPXSHgWzyB2NL/where-to-draw-the-boundaries) that raise the [message length](https://www.lesswrong.com/posts/mB95aqTSJLNR9YyjH/message-length) of my existence in social reality, which is the same thing as lowering the probability social reality assigns to my existence. Like I said, _trying to kill me_.)
Peacetime was _amazing_. I was so happy—not ecstatic, but happy in the ordinary way of moral patient, someone whose life is valuable simply in the experience of living of it, rather than for its effects on some grand Cause. I [wrote a _chess engine_](http://zackmdavis.net/blog/2019/05/minimax-search-and-the-structure-of-cognition/); I [gave money to _charity_](http://zackmdavis.net/blog/2016/12/philanthropy-scorecard-through-2016/); I [drank _pumpkin spice_](http://zackmdavis.net/blog/2014/09/pumpkin-spice/) and played that tower defense game where the bad ponies are the good ponies and the good ponies are the bad ponies.
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