His world gave way to our world through the slow processes of migration and selection and change that constitute the human story.

He could not know, dying young in a cave in the hills of Somerset, that ten thousand years later his bones would be found, his genome would be read, and his face would be reconstructed and shown to millions of people around the world.

He could not know that the finding would change how those people understood their own past.

He simply lived in the world he had, in the hills he knew, with the people he belonged to.