sailing down behind the sun - waiting for my prince to come - praying for the healing rain - to restore my soul again

It's truly amazing how quickly one settles back into the routine, no matter how different said routine may be from the one that governed your life a month ago. Different classes, professors, friends, possibly even living quarters, different schedule and pace of life, and yet overall it's completely and indisputably just another semester here at the university.

I have heard it expressed, by people whose opinions I respect, that there is a finite basis of circumstances and situations in life, upon which every experience of a person's lifetime is based. Therefore, nothing is truly new and surprising, merely a variation on something that has already happened previously, either to that particular individual or another, somewhere, somewhen. It is the Formalism of life, Boris Tomashevsky on existence. Ergo we are all linked as human beings through a set of shared experiences and memories that should, in theory, create a sort of empathy or harmony between all members of the human race.

I don't think that's happened yet.