There is a way though, and I’ve expected it to be choked with catclaw, a dry desert shrub with sharp curved thorns that leave fine tears in the skin. If my legs have healed at all, I plough through it brutishly until I am bloody and cannot disassociate from the pain anymore. At that point I will carefully pinch it with my index finger and thumb, gently push it aside, and squeeze through. But this is slow and tedious. So you must plough, and it makes you mad, so much that if you happened across someone, they’d put you in a rubber room.