As in a silhouette, externally the contours are all there, but within is one vast blank.

In relation to one's neighbor the two beliefs are kin, but as regards one's self, as far apart as the West is from the East.

For here, at this idea of self, we are suddenly aware of standing on the brink of a fathomless abyss, gazing giddily down into that great gulf which divides Buddhism from Christianity.

We cannot see the bottom.

It is a separation more profound than death; it seems to necessitate annihilation.