There isn’t quite as dangerous a power as the power to escape.
To escape is to place limits on ourselves, to set a non-confrontationalist precedent for future encounters. Sometimes it’s just so easy to want to escape, so tempting to escape whenever you get the chance. I guess that first time it is a thrill. Afterwards it just becomes a routine, and later still it morphs into a compulsion to escape. You become a SLAVE to your ability, because sooner or later your sheer backlog of inexperience of dealing with similar events is just going to catch up with you and then not escaping will become a non-option.
I have no idea how it got to this stage. It started out as an occasional thing, but now we see it happening every other day. You’ve escaped yourself into a hole and you can’t come out. You’ve become nothing more than a shell, even to yourself.
And it is a bitch to mean nothing to yourself.
Someday you’re going to regret the days you stayed home.