Slit the skin that is in-between.

Put your hand inside and pull until all the uncertainties of the world are laid before you in a steaming pile. Tease out the looping lines on the page, follow all the digested thoughts to their end. Pursue their twisted logic.

There are dimensions to which we do not go with the mind or the heart.

To divine is to desire to find a pattern in this material of uncertainty. The ancient Romans called reading the entrails of sacrificed animals 'haruspicy'. But this practice goes back further still, trailing back in time, so much viscera drawn to read a way forward.

Interpretation can involve mind or instinct, but perhaps it's better to use both. Haruspicy is formed from the word haru, meaning 'entrail' and spec – to watch, to observe.

The liver is the eye of dreams.

In ancient times the liver was said to be the seat of the soul, and was often especially selected for reading the future.

It is natural to reach for the heart but perhaps it is better instead to get caught on the guts, which are more honest, but tangle one up just as much.

Truth is slippery.

The centaur Chiron fed Achilles the entrails of lions.

Reading and dissecting the word ‘entrail’: drop the 'r' and it becomes entail, drop the 'en' and it becomes tail, curled underneath.

A lion with a face of a human lies on the ground in deathly ecstatic bliss. A mouth opens in its side to speak through the diviner.

Fe-lion.

There was once, in Ancient Mesopotamia, a giant with the face of a lion called Harumba but he had also a face drawn with lines coiled like the entrails of the slain, from which omens may be read.

Organ-isms.

I dream that a lion and I are dying in a forest, a lion that is also my lover. We lay breathing our last until he tells me to put my hand into his mouth, in amongst the sharpest of his teeth. In this way, he says, I will survive.

The liver stores the blood, but the heart moves it.

A week ago in Colorado, a woman rescued her child by pulling his head out of the mouth of a mountain lion. Later the lion was killed and dissected, to find the reasons for its dubiousbehaviour.

When you put your hand into the guts, you find everything that has travelled before, digested or not. In this way, you may know what is to come.

The liver is the oriface of the eyes.

My sacrifice is the skin between us.

I am entrailled.

Don't reach for the heart, go for the guts.

Feel for the future with your hand.

Let me in.

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