I think that breathing is psychedelic and it's something I like to do every day. The idea that anything exists at all is so astounding to me. Wouldn't it be simpler for there to be just nothing? But instead there seems to be something and it has volume and substance. It moves! And sometimes it does this beingness in such a way that some bits change form into these bizarre, complex organisms that do this weird breathing and thinking.
How is this possible? To have air that I can move in and out of my lungs, and that makes me be alive, and be some bit of all this? What is air, really? I'm not fully convinced that space actually exists so how can air be possible if space and volume and substance are some sort of half-illusion, like a reflection? But without it, I'd die! Very strange.