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Tomorrow's Child



All theories of social change, says Alves, rest squarely on the economic and structural forces operative in society at any given moment in history. Thus many of the proposals offered by today's futurologists fall considerably short of social revolution. They are, in effect, extrapolations from the functional matrix of our society.
Like the dinosaurs who "disappeared not because they were too weak but because they were too strong," our civilization is motivated less by the desire for internal growth and existential relevance than it is by blind outward expansion. We are determined by a triangle of interlocking systems, each deriving and giving life to the others: the power of the sword, the power of money, and the power of science. In this context, to be a realist is to accept the rules of the game, laid down by the power lords of our "rational" society, whose goals are war, production, and consumption.
But the utopian mentality, argues Alves, wants to create a qualitatively new order in which economy must abandon the goal of infinite growth. The only way out, then, is to abort "realism" from the body politic and impregnate it with the power of the imagination.
This book clears away the debris of realism and lays the groundwork for a constructive theory of creative imagination, moving us toward new forms of social organization where the community of faith can be found.



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Wipf and Stock Publishers 199 W 8th Ave, Suite 3 Eugene, OR 97401 Tomorrow's Child Imagination, Creativity, and the Rebirth of Culture By Alves, Rubem Copyright©1972 by Alves, Rubem ISBN 13: 978-1-60899-007-8 Publication date 5/1/2011 Previously published by Harper and Row, 1972
Foreword to the 2009 Edition
The Man I Never Saw But Always Loved
Inside e craer of a volcano a died five undred million years ago, a e op of a mounain from were far orizons are seen, I plan rees for friends a ave died or are abou o die. For my friend Ladon Seas I planed a ree known asliquidam-ber. he sapling as grown ino a ree over eigeen fee ig. he srange ing abou our friendsip is a we never me. Only once did I ear is voice over e elepone. I was in e Unied Saes and called im from a paypone. We alked. I was free o fly anywere I fancied. He was a caged bird serving sen-ence in a penieniary. Augus 1976. From e Unied Saes came a noe wrien on a pad see orn in alf:
“Dear Rubem Alves: Your ougs in‘Tomorrow’s Cild’ ave ad a profound influence on my life. Your capaciy o summarize. . . e clariy wi wic you express yourself are beauiful gits. For is I am very graeful o you. Affecionaely, Ladon Seas.”
he sender did no ell me wo e was. I eld e message in my ands, no knowing wa o ink. A few days laer I received a leer from a friend wi e explanaion.
“his message was wrien from a prison in Alexandria. Ladon Seas is serving a senence for aving paricipaed in a proes a e Penagon agains nuclear weapons.”
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Wile I was puing some old papers in order, a message fell ino my ands again. A oken of friendsip sen by a man in prison. In prison because e ad been faiful o is conscience. My ands ouced a message as if i were someing sacred. he prisoner ad only wrien i o say ank you for a book I ad wrien. Ye, as I wroe e book, i never occurred o me a i would go o prison. here, e, a prisoner, ad aken o ear wa I ad wrien, even more an I myself did. Bu wo was a man? Ladon Seas ad lived as a radiional American ciizen. He ad been a member of e Sraegic Air Command (SAC), e U.S. Air Force’s siniser organizaion responsible for bombings and for e aomic missiles o be launced agains e Sovie Union. He ad been a SAC member and an IBM markeing vice presiden. Suddenly, oug, is eyes were opened and e realized e monsrousness of a dea macine. hus, e did wa many mad mysics ad done before: Budda, Jesus, S. Francis—e let everying, resigned from IBM, sold is possessions, and joined a group of people a ad cosen a srange form of expressing eir spiriual convicions: ey peacefully invaded nuclear insallaions