A community came together in grief.

People spent days making objects — beads, pendants, a carved diadem — that would accompany the child wherever their beliefs said he was going.

A stone was placed over the grave.

And then the community went on, as communities must, carrying their grief with them.

This is the story that science can least access and that deserves the most recognition.

The genome tells us about ancestry across 24,000 years.

The burial tells us something more immediate and more human: that grief is ancient, that love is ancient, that the impulse to honor the dead with beauty and effort and care is as old as any human record we have.