But could there really be no liberation short of offing the tyrant? Is there not another species of emancipation in flights of the spirit, even if they change nothing in our material reality? The playing field of the imagination is infinite, after all. So even though humor forces us back into our heavy bodies--and even though, therefore, we can never mistake a gelastic experience for an aesthetic one--nevertheless in the gelastic mode too we experience a variety of freedom. [...]