THE COLORS OF COMPLEXITY

the skin color

Abstract

By accessing the texts of Edgar Morin, I find myself with a very diverging tendency from the one which is present in the time we teach, learn, research, which means, the time in which we live in, nowadays. It is the tendency to be always searching for simplification, searching for a fragment, searching for news or information which give us the appropriate answers to what we search for, substituting, then, the question mark for a final and definite answer. To reach a final answer, to do the final touch, the finishing touch ritual, the search for an end is the contradictory possibility of the end as a beginning. This ambivalence between end and beginning always follows us and, due to the expectation of being a little far from this rationality (or irrationality), I try to dialogue with Morin aiming at unbalancing my own logic of closing in relation to the possibility of creating and recreating new ways, to the tasks of researching as well as teaching the black children, all poor and hard-working, who live in a rural community.