Most of the world's problems (apart from natural catastrophes) are caused by busybodies who believe that they know what is best for the rest of us. These busybodies include politicians, self-described political "activists," self-described "progressives" (experience has taught me to immediately run away from any person who claims to be a "progressive": the self-regard and the lack of self-awareness embodied in such a claim are frightening), social "scientists" (scare quotes required), religious fanatics of all stripes, media mouthpieces and shills, and "journalists" (scare quotes again required).
All of these busybodies have one thing in common: an agenda. They believe that there is a problem to be solved and they intend to solve it. Oh, yes, there is one more thing that they all have in common: as they see it, they are not part of the problem; we, however, are.
Nothing is new under the sun. It has always been thus, and will always be thus. Only the identities of the busybodies and the contents of their utopian agendas change. Which is why I aspire to be an apolitical quietist. (Albeit one who is admittedly subject to fits of incredulity and exasperation at some fresh piece of lunacy.)
A Man I Agreed With
He knew better than to admire a chair
and say What does it mean?
He loved everything that accepted
the unfailing hospitality of his five senses.
He would say Hello, caterpillar or
So long, Loch Fewin.
He wanted to know
how they came to be what they are:
But he never insulted them by saying
Caterpillar, Loch Fewin, what do you mean?
In this respect he was like God,
though he was godless. -- He knew the difference
between What does it mean to me?
and What does it mean?
That's why he said, half smiling,
Of course, God, like me,
is an atheist.
Ewen McCaig (editor), The Poems of Norman MacCaig (Polygon 2009).