Life is a jungle where there is a great deal of dry wood that harbors worms and insects. No one cleans the floor of the forest, or cuts away the undergrowth of bush and bramble. To wade through the thorns and the leech-ridden floor of the jungle, one has to wear boots. So too, one has to wear the boots of sense-regulation if one has to pass through the jungle of life without harming oneself. This is the lesson you must ponder over and practice.
