This is a pile of human skulls, actual soul containers no longer needed by the spirits that once inhabited them. You have one of these, as does everyone you meet and yet, to see it laid bare, with all of the familiar trappings of life removed, it becomes talismanic, a reminder of mortality and the life that is now flying by in a blur. A skull is a reminder to get up and go outside, to make hay while the sun does shine. A reminder as the Quakers of New England used to say that, “You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.” The slowly decaying corpus that you inhabit is so important to you in life. We look to this reminder of death for inspiration in art and in science and in life, knowing that one day we will shuffle off this mortal coil and leave a beautiful, fascinating husk in our stead.