I love the anatomical drawings of Andreas Vesalius. It’s the humanity attached by simply using a pose or the briefest hint of a facial expression.
They were a tool, a study aid, an accurate explantion of the unknown or the assumed, but they’re much more esoteric than that to my modern (ish) eyes. This one has pathos, a deep sadness and desparate despair, and also the demeanor of man from my part of the world leaning back in overacted disbelief saying “Aw man, gonnae gies a break?”
This is why humans will never rule the universe. All the other planets need to do is paint funny faces on their spaceships and we’ll all be going, “Aw, that’s cute” and “Doesn’t, that look like its…” BAM! The fleet’s nuked and the folks at home are in chains in the turnip mines for evermore.