He clung to chanting Nam-myoho-renge-kyo out of desperation, with the fierce demeanor of an attacking lion whose very survival depends on trapping that baby gazelle. To those who observed him, some saw the changes in him that he himself could not perceive, the brightening of his face, his calm and confident demeanor---while others saw a crazed man, afraid of life, hoping to mask his pitiful cowardice in extreme, radical religious fanaticism. To know him was to know oneself, so impeccable was the reflection of the beholder.