Was just thinking about the Body Worlds exhibition again.

I don't think that i am uncomfortable with the fact that i am looking at dead bodies.
Nor am i disgusted or afraid.
I just find it difficult to reconcile within myself that human bodies, once alive, are now just "plastic-fied" objects.
While i can understand and even perhaps admire their contribution to science and learning and even trust that they have been treated with respect upon their death by the scientists which made all this preservation possible, I just cannot view each individual body, bones, organs, nerves, veins, brain, muscles and various other body parts singularly, without first thinking about who these people are, where do they come from, what did they do, what memories do they have, who are their families and how did they die.

Simply put, i can't bring myself to look at the body solely as a physical object without thinking about the "humanity" it encases.
The memories.
The personality.
Or, the soul.

It is just me and my inability to compartmentalize the individual parts.
I don't think that i am afraid of physical death per se.
I am just afraid of the loss of the intangible and unique part of men, like memories.