The "self" of consciousness is an hallucination, and it is natural that this hallucination would say "I" to the antique bric-a-brac which are the accouterments of nature's press into the Universe's appetite for Self discovery.
The beauty of Zen is not just its unrelenting insistence on the awakening of Pristine Awareness. There is in the vast literature of and about Zen a preparation for the shock that accompanies an awakening from this hallucination.
Nothing is as it seems, nor is it otherwise, and in the analects of Zen we find a treasure trove: the natal utterance of newly awakened beings. My personal favorite will always be that of Lin Chi (d.907) who's master was the legendary Huang Po (d.850)
"So after all, there is not much in the Buddhism of Huang Po"
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