Postwar German philosopher Victor Frankl, observing the rise of the United States as the world’s dominant center of economic and political power, famously proposed the construction of a Statue of Responsibility on the west coast of the country, to complement the Statue of Liberty already standing in New York harbor. He saw a profound danger in the lack of a balanced appraisal of the importance of these two complementary principles.
In Mahayana Buddhism, there are four Bodhisattva Vows:
• Beings are numberless; I vow to save themA Bodhisattva is one who selflessly takes these vows, and pledges to renounce all pursuit of personal Nirvana until all beings can join him or her in that same state of salvation.
• Delusions are inexhaustible; I vow to dispel them
• Dharma gates are boundless; I vow to enter them
• The Buddha Way is unsurpassed; I vow to attain it.
Anthropologist, author, and filmmaker Helena Norberg Hodge, in the documentary, “Learning from Ladakh”, interviews the most eminent Buddhist scholar of that remote Himalayan country. He tells her, “We in Ladakh have a problem with our education system. It has become Westernized, and the problem with the Western educational model is that it is hyperspecialized. All educated persons must be specialists of some kind within it, whether they are elecricians, or plumbers, or civil engineers, or statisticians, and so on. And the problem with all these specialists is that they are highly irresponsible people.”
She illustrates his point with an anecdote she tells about her experiences as a field anthropologist living in remote villages in the country for months at a time. One day, as she was washing her dress in a stream (or what appeared as such to her), a little eight year old girl came up to her. “Madam”, the little girl said gravely, “you cannot wash your dress there!” “Why?” asked Hodge. “Because, we have special places set aside for that activity, but you cannot do it here, as the people downstream have to drink that water!”, indicating an adjacent settlement with her finger.
What possessed a little village girl to accost a grown woman, and a foreigner at that, in such a way? Had she received a certificate in Waste Water Management at the university? No, it was because she was responsible. She took responsibility as a matter of course for everything around her, as she learned from her elders and fellow villagers. To do otherwise was unthinkable in her culture.
We all could certainly profit from such a sense of responsibility. It would help us out of a lot of our present difficulties, even very mundane ones.
Take, for example, one of the most banal activities of urban life in this country, driving a car to work or elsewhere. The vehicle we are driving is the end product of a well nigh miraculous chain of production activities, coordinating the skills and genius of countless people in its design and fabrication. It can attain stupendous speeds and develop unimaginable power outputs, the equivalent of a train of literally hundreds of horses, something inconceivable even a hundred fifty years ago, and formerly unavailable to even the richest and most powerful monarchs of the world.
We ought to be both awed and humbled by the power suddenly placed at our command, and treat it with considerable caution and respect. And yet, it is in the nature of daily activities that we soon become accustomed and take them for granted. So we can hardly blame the common man and woman behind the wheel of their car on their morning commute if they do not experience such feelings or think such thoughts. How could they?
And yet, the power – and danger – remains undiminished. We, however, are all specialists nowadays, but while we do have automotive specialists, traffic engineers, and so on, most of us behind the wheel of a car are no such things. We merely use the products of the ingenuity of those other specialists. Not for us is it to ponder how to engineer a safe vehicle, plan out a safe roadway, or devise vehicle codes and laws. All those activities are already taken care of by the designated specialists in charge of them. It is only for us to passively consume the fruits of their prodigious labors. “Stay in your lane!” we may even be warned, if we dream of trying to do more than that.
What if, however, the person behind the wheel of the car made a point of renewing their Bodhisattva Vows on a regular basis, and was able to bring themselves back, now and then, to awareness of the prodigious power and responsibility entrusted to them during their fleeting periods on the roadway? “Beings are numberless; I vow to save them” suddenly takes on immediate relevance! What’s more, the work of carrying out such a responsibility is now no longer a mere burdensome obligation. It is imbued with heroic flavor, as part of a vast spiritual enterprise. Who can seriously doubt that large numbers of drivers endowed with such attitudes would dramatically decrease the toll of death and injuries on our roadways?