unique

I know this sounds cynical, but it occurred to me last night, as I read the harrowing article about death in the NEW YORK TIMES magazine, and then reading some random blogs this morning, I thought that we all do the same things, and try to understand the same aspects of our human condition: life, love, hurt, sorrow, joy, tedium. And we all face the same fate, our days dwindling, whether we face up to it or not. So as much as I might wish that I am some special, singular person, I am really just one in a great sea of humans going through the same cycle as everyone else. Does this make sense? What is unique is the "surface" of our lives. Like snowflakes, each of us has a unique shape, but it is our similar properties that makes us all just part of the huge human snowpile (forgive my metaphor; it's cheesy, I know). So if I think I am unique, I am just indulging my ego.