This is the inevitable product of the industrial revolution. The vast majority of individuals today are the descendants of peasants, whose capacities are no longer necessary. In the medieval era, peasants dreamed of the land of Cockaigne:
>Cockaigne or Cockayne /kɒˈkeɪn/ is a land of plenty in medieval myth, an imaginary place of extreme luxury and ease where physical comforts and pleasures are always immediately at hand and where the harshness of medieval peasant life does not exist. Specifically, in poems like The Land of Cockaigne, it is a land of contraries, where all the restrictions of society are defied (abbots beaten by their monks), sexual liberty is open (nuns flipped over to show their bottoms), and food is plentiful (skies that rain cheese).
As the peasantry is now the predominant force in society, with all lines between classes erased, we live in their paradise, our world is Cockaigne. The peasants only ever dreamed of the small, they were never meant to lead. That is why we live in the age of petty interest, and the twilight of the soul. The will of the individual is subsumed by the beast of the average, which has proficiency in nothing but neither is deficient; it's only interests are its self-amusement. The question is whether this has become terminal in the disposition of man -- has the blending of classes and the dilution of character resulted in a genetically average creature that cannot comprehend nor pursue greatness? Or if man's environment were transformed, would we be able to transform him, would we be able to restore a natural order? The liberal idealists of the Enlightenment built the concept of democracy on their beliefs that every individual had a natural affinity towards intellect, creativity, and willpower. However we see today after 300 years of Enlightenment society that this is not the case, for the Enlightenment thinkers were deceived by their fellowship. They had considered the manners of the educated European upper class to be universal, rather than cultivated and particular to their extraction. That aristocracy no longer exists, and therefore their construction degenerates; but from whence may a new aristocracy arise? Certainly it cannot come from the merchant class that dominates today's world, with their shameless unscrupulousness, greed, and debauchery. Is there a class of talented individuals which in this world have had their capacities suppressed? In the 19th century, a stock character in Russian literature was the superfluous man: a young aristocrat of possibly untapped potential, who was trapped by a lack of opportunity to progress due to administrative corruption. These individuals were depicted as nihilistic, cynical, fatalistic, self-serving, and petty-minded. Are even those among us of better breeding crushed by the profanity of the world? The sickness of the world drove the great author Tolstoy, an aristocrat, to become a Christian asectic anarchist; but for the sake of man I hope it is not the only station for great individuals to pursue. In Shakespeare, we find described the dissolute behaviour of the young Prince Hal in Henry IV, only for him to become the adroit and courageous warrior-monarch of Henry V. Perhaps if we direct our hopes and prayers, such a heroic man will come to the fore.