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Well, this is probably a pretty sophomoric thought, but then again it's an ancient thought really.
At one time, this individual sweated the details, worried about this and that, caused harm or good, and perhaps tried to figure a grand reason for being.
To say what is left are merely bones in a museum isn't exactly right, as it is certain this individual had some impact on the individuals around him, and that impact probably still reverberates in some small way today. Nothing truly vanishes.
If he managed to reproduce, the impact would be amplified.
At one time, the sun felt good, the water quenched, and the belly was full.
The bones in the museum are barely of signifigance, the thoughts and actions are what might be brought forward.
This skull that peers at you at one time looked into the eyes of its mother, and perhaps its child, it communicated happiness, fear, anger, sadness, hunger, satisfaction, all things human.
At this particular moment, this individual has bought forth all these thoughts by virtue of his digitized image alone.
At one time, he lived in a world where more than one species of human existed at once. He might have lived his entire life without seeing anyone but who was in his immediate group, now he looks into the eyes of any of billions of people to see.

Existentialism rearing its head on a Saturday in NY's Museum of Natural History.
And then... we went to a great restaurant.