You know that feeling when you watching You've Been Framed. (Sue me, smart arse)
The one you get just beneath the skin, the one that rolls over you.
The strange undulating tingle when somebody on a bicycle go straight over the handlebars into a wall.
Or falls off a stage into the front row.
That's what medics call 'visceral'.
Medics and horror writers.
That's what visceral is. The not-very-accurate nerve endings that supply our inner organs.
They are hardwired accidentally (or not?) to a set of primal prehistorical directives.
What's going to make your liver roll?
What's going to make your kidneys tingle, your flesh crawl?
What's going to give you THAT feeling in the pit of your stomach?
Because there is only one nerve supplies the pit of your stomach.
The vagus nerve. Non-medics may need to give that first syllable a looong "a". But the vagus nerve is not the sort of attitude that wins you a fortune in America's most famous gambling desert.
It's just THAT feeling.
And rather than over describe it, it's the thatness that makes it unique.
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