The very gods themselves

I have had recent occasion to recall a line from Friedrich Schiller's play The Maid of Orleans (1801). One of the characters, Talbot, an English general, makes the following lament (translation by Anna Swanwick):

Folly, thou conquerest, and I must yield!
Against stupidity the very gods.
Themselves contend in vain. Exalted reason,
Resplendent daughter of the head divine,
Wise foundress of the system of the world,
Guide of the stars, who art thou then if thou,
Bound to the tail of folly's uncurbed steed,
Must, vainly shrieking with the drunken crowd,
Eyes open, plunge down headlong in the abyss.
Accursed, who striveth after noble ends,
And with deliberate wisdom forms his plans!
To the fool-king belongs the world.

(emphasis added)

It is not a particularly encouraging thought: "Against stupidity the very gods themselves contend in vain."

[An interesting aside: The Gods Themselves is the title of a highly acclaimed science fiction classic (Nebula award for best novel in 1972 and Hugo award for best novel in 1973) by the late great Isaac Asimov. The novel is made up of three intricately structured and interlocking parts: "Against Stupidity..." (Part I); "...The Gods Themselves..." (Part II); and "...Contend in Vain?" (Part III).]

The same thought can be expressed in economic terms: The supply of stupidity so far outstrips demand, that there is little realistic prospect of the equilibrium price of stupidity ever reversing its downward trend.