I walked into the Buddhist meeting and everybody was speaking at once. Over and over they repeated the same phrase.
At the front of the room a white man in his 50s leading the chanting. He had the swiftly rolling enunciation of an experienced auctioneer calling out the current bid to a crowd of buyers, but the words were foreign to me.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind and handed me a glossy business card. It had a picture of a lotus flower and the words "Nam Myōhō Renge Kyō".
"This is the chant," he told me helpfully, "feel free to join in".
"Thank you so much," I replied, "that's really kind, what language is this in?"