Philosophical Hubris

Once, I imagined myself a philosopher of modern times,sitting on a park bench, thinking about a question."Is it better to be nobody, I pondered, and help somebody,than to be somebody and help nobody?"A smirk climbed onto my face, and I could feela bleached beard grow with unfaltering wisdom.Nobody and somebody, their meanings alteringin different lines, similarly to the meaning ofmy own life, changing from year to year.Wow, I'm good.