You would, minus thorns,

look like a what-is-this, a mere

peculiarity. They are not proof against a worm, the elements, or mildew

   but what about the predatory hand? What is brilliance without co-ordination? Guarding the

         infinitesimal pieces of your mind, compelling audience to

   the remark that it is better to be forgotten than to be remembered 
too violently,

your thorns are the best part of you.