It's not every day that you run into expositions on mistaken aggregation in popular culture. Maybe you aren't as big of a Rush fan as I am, so you might think that their lyrics from 1976 do not constitute 'popular culture.' Let's just assume you are wrong and carry on. In case you are not familiar with this epic piece (I really mean epic, not in the overly broad sense it has come to mean in our vernacular. The song runs just over 20 minutes.), I will poach a portion of the synopsis from the wikipedia page for the 2112 album:
In the year 2062, a galaxy-wide war results in the union of all planets under the rule of the Red Star of the Solar Federation. By 2112, the world is controlled by the "Priests of the Temples of Syrinx," who determine the content of all reading matter, songs, pictures - every facet of life. A man discovers an ancient guitar and learns to play his own music. Thinking he has made a wonderful discovery that will be a boon to humanity, he goes to present the guitar to the priests of the Temples, who angrily destroy it and rebuke him for unearthing one of the "silly whims" that caused the collapse of the previous civilization.The section I would like to focus on is the main character's meeting with the priests. After the priests deliver their initial rebuke, he says in absolute confusion and dismay:
I can't believe you're sayingTo which the priests angrily reply (italics mine):
These things just can't be true
Our world could use this beauty
Just think what we might do
Listen to my music
And hear what it can do
There's something here as strong as life
I know that it will reach you
Don't annoy us further!Picture the central planners of today and think of their conceit in reference to the priests. There is no average, no class of averages, no average person or average family that can enjoy the beauty of music or will miss its absence. These are actions and passions of individuals that cannot be summed, divided or averaged. It is true that this wonderful new discovery doesn't fit the plan, because the goal of the plan is to maximize something that doesn't exist - average happiness.
We have our work to do
Just think about the average
What use have they for you?
Another toy will help destroy
The elder race of man
Forget about your silly whim
It doesn't fit the Plan!