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The Abbot's voice was low, but the stone of the abbey chapel resonated and trembled beneath its weight.  The deep tones were taken up by rows of grey-clad monks, chanting, chanting in unison, the growl of a million spiritual horsepower sending a stream of prayer to heaven like a river, crumbling barriers impenetrable to ordinary folk. The sheer brute force of charity present in this prayer is tangible, you can practically smell it and taste it....A daily routine for them, yet never routine.  

Say the rosary at home, that's one thing; listen to an old man who has spent his life in prayer say it, and it's another thing entirely.