Chanting is like breathing. . . . The chant is a numinous ribbon anchoring the person to the universe, linking the human and divine, an intimate expression of the soul. . . . To hear a . . . chant in its depth and power is haunting. It’s as if the sound comes from a place in the body that is like an internal seashell that floats in the cosmic tides long after the physical body is gone. It is the primal human cry for meaning.1