A new parable from Guruji A young student once stood in the center of a dense, thorny thicket, hacking wildly at the branches. The more he struck, the more the thorns tore at his clothes and skin. Bleeding and exhausted, he cried out, "Master, these thorns are endless! The more I fight, the tighter they grip me." The Guru, standing on a hill above, spoke softly: "You cannot clear the forest while you are being swallowed by it. Your struggle is the very thing feeding the thorn