That in which I live is my world and also my well constructed prison. Breaking out of prison would therefore mean giving up my world. My critical awareness of what my world sees as the wrong is far from powerful enough to blow up the jail. If I try it anyway, I may end up in chaos, in no man’s land. If I do not do it, I experience guilt on the one hand because of my inadequacy. On the other hand, the mechanism of guilt is one of the productive mechanisms of power to keep me locked up in my prison. Here, too, only walls, insoluble contradictions and subjective submission to power.