Thank you, Enigma One, for your reply to my questions. I appreciate your friendly disagreement as it allows for an attempt at a hopefully clearer explanation of what can not be explained. We may not have a disagreement at all, but rather a semantics problem.
Can we be still and place this present moment of life under the attention and inspection of conscious awarness. Can we then clearly discern where the raw intimacy of our entire experience of reality and the universe occurs? Look and see where does the actual meeting, the convergence, the communion with reality unfold? I'll wait.
Look closely and see, does not Life/Reality happen from within us? There may not even be an out-there, out there. Everything known unfolds, materializes and transpires within conscious-awarness. If we are after significant understanding where else is there to look but in this shore-less effervescent pool?
You, me, we are insignificant within the universe. I see a danger of being "self-centered" instead of simply being self-aware.
Is there a separate "you" and "me" floating about in a separate "universe"? What is this "self" which you refer? This is what Taoism, Buddhism, Zen, and other ism's are try to answer, isn't it? If we distill it all down, aren't we just investigating into the truth of our being? What/Who am I, really?
Look into the pristine pool where the universe flows out of, and where everything including all wisdom and answers reside. Shift attention inward and see how deep this crystaline awarness goes. Diligently inquire within it and see if there really is a separate "you", and a individual "me", and a "universe" out there. What is the "self"? Is there one to be found? Or is there just the IS-ness and wholeness of the pool? Perhaps you and me are not "insignificant". Perhaps we don't even exist.
Danger takes the stage when we unquestionably take for granted that we are separate individuals concretely isolated within the body/mind. Then we group into tribes and nations, and build walls and war machines, and rape, kill and plunder to protect and give some shallow sense of reality to our little selves.
Enigma One, I wouldn't fear looking within; perhaps what we should fear is not looking.