In 1962 Alan Watts was asked to do the same thing as Aldous Huxley did with his "doors of perception" book, namely to write down his experience with psychedelics. He has a beautiful way with words(as does Huxley) and his book "The joyous cosmology" is deeply fascinating. I will share a little bit with you, enjoy the words

"Listen, there is something I
must tell. I have never, never seen it so clearly. But it does not matter a bit if you do not understand, because each one of you is quite perfect as you are, even if you do not know it. Life is basically a gesture, but no one, no thing, is
making it. There is no necessity for it to happen, and none for it to go on happening. For it is not being driven by anything; it just happens freely of itself. It is a gesture of motion, of sound, of color, and just as no one is making it, it is not
happening to anyone. There is simply no problem of life; it is completely purposeless play- exuberance which is its own end. Basically there is the gesture. Time, space, and multiplicity are complications of it. There is no reason whatever to explain it, for explanations are just another form of complexity, a new manifestation of life on top of life, of gestures gesturing. Pain and suffering are simply extreme forms of play, and there is not anything in the whole universe to be afraid of because it does not happen to anyone! There is not any substantial ego at all. The ego is a kind of flip, a knowing of knowing, a fearing of fearing. It is a curlicue, an extra jazz to experience, a sort of double-take or reverberation, a dithering of consciousness which is the same as anxiety.
Sorry about the wall of text, but it is basically one long sentence.