The end of strife and conflict of all kinds had also meant the virtual end of creative art [...] The world was still living on the glories of a past that could never return. No-one worried except for a few philosophers. The race was too intent upon savouring its new-found freedom to look beyond the pleasures of the present. Utopia was here at last: its novelty had not yet been assailed by the supreme enemy of all Utopias - boredom.
Childhood’s End by Arthur C. Clarke