There is art only in the here and now of the one world without exit: the world of fact. Art is not an escape from it; it frames its aspiration to autonomy amid the world of determiners in order to escape in an opening toward heteronomy its phantasmatic failure to coincide with itself. Just as freedom exists only under the conditions of de facto unfreedom and self-possession only under those of its absence, autonomy becomes a demand and a necessity only in the field of de facto heteronomy.