Ramin Jahanbegloo
"In a very real sense, there is no beginning and ending in poetry and philosophy, since everything is a great becoming... Hence, if philosophy has to be the chosen path, it needs to be called in us as an act of thinking. But the call of philosophy is heard only as long as there are those who can hear it.” — Ramin Jahanbegloo, Letters to a Young Philosopher
A few months ago, at the Annual Conference on South Asia in Madison-Wisconsin, I encountered a small book by the Canada-based Irani academic Ramin Jahanbegloo, titled Letters to a Young Philosopher. Instantly, it reminded me of Rainer Maria Rilke’s famous Letters to a Young Poet, which has become a model of such epistolary writing ever since its English translation.
Jahanbegloo is no stranger to the direct force of such writing. In fact, being a philosopher himself, he takes on the role of a master in what he calls the “art of thinking” and utilises the dialogical and direct epistolary mode to advise a young seeker (his interlocutor, Rainer) on matters pertaining to the life of the mind. We don’t know anything about his interlocutor, except that he shares his first name with the great German poet Rilke.
An Iranian philosopher ponders about existence and the difference between thinking and philosophy, among other things
What is thinking and how is it different from other mental activities? Is it different from philosophising? These are some of the questions at the heart of these letters. Through taking on some of the foundational discourses, Jahanbegloo takes us through the most essential philosophical concepts of life. He begins by describing what philosophy is, how it is learned in a non-academic setting, and continues to explore the key topics of life such as love, death, mediocrity, friendship, technology, patriotism, education and film. His writing style is unpretentious and resonates with the sincerity of a thinker who detests conformity and recognises its lure at the same time.
One of the most interesting aspects of this collection of letters is that it is written against the academic spirit of ‘doing philosophy’. There are no complicated theorisations and no jarring turns of phrases in Jahanbegloo’s writing. If anything, it seems that the author wants to share the best of his knowledge of philosophy with his young apprentice and inspire in him what the American philosopher Hannah Arendt calls “passionate thinking.” While the author continues to quote some of the best thinkers of the Eastern and the Western civilisations, his emphasis remains on spiritual growth through the life of the mind, which he finds absent from our universities and education today: “I tell you, nothing is more exhausting than the snobbish philistinism of bureaucrats who take themselves seriously. It’s incredible that in our time you can walk into a philosophy or a political science department and the only things you don’t hear your colleagues and students talk about are philosophy and politics…”
Jahanbegloo makes important distinctions between education as growth and education as a means towards an end. For him, the life of the mind does not guarantee success as we know it today. It doesn’t even have to be at a university. Instead, it makes us understand and come to terms with life in all its complexity and fallibility. ‘Understanding’ is the gain here, as Arendt would say, and in the process of gaining this understanding, a philosopher (one who understands by not conforming to the established truths) realises that the task is to create and live a meaningful life, which goes against the contemporary capitalist insistence on how to live a happy life.
The most fascinating letters for me in this collection are ‘On the Art of Dying’ and ‘A Posthumous Letter’. The letter on dying is the seventh letter in the book, which he writes from Tehran where he is tending to his dying mother: “I am sending you this letter from a country of mirages where I am with my old mother for care and to look after. I have to confess that it is hard to see a parent sick or dying, especially at this age in my life, when I feel that I have to prepare for death myself. My mother is 95 and is unable to converse easily, but whenever she can speak, she testifies her willingness to leave the world. I understand her, especially that I am over 70 now myself. It may come to you as a surprise, but life is not always easy. And that is a major reason why we cannot conquer life. For, as we advance in years, it becomes more or less clear to us that behind all our efforts in life there is very little after all…”
Furthermore, in this letter the author weaves in his personal view on life and death with the views of several great philosophers and advises the young apprentice that our perception of life, our goals and our spirits remain different at different stages of life. Old age brings us closer to the ultimate futility of all that drives us in our youth and our perception of life changes as we encounter more of it throughout our personal and collective histories.