Back To The Tooth

The tooth is in a museum in Liverpool.

The man it came from lived four and a half millennia ago, in a village in Middle Egypt, in the age when the pyramids were new.

He was an ordinary person, by the standards of his civilization: not a pharaoh, not a great official, not someone whose name was carved in stone to be read by posterity.

He lived, and worked, and grew old, and was buried by people who presumably cared enough to give him a proper interment in a rock-cut tomb with a ceramic vessel.