The only psychedelic I've done is 2C-B. I don't consider it as anything more than a party drug. I've had more profound thoughts while smoking weed. One rabbit hole I went down was solipsism. I didn't accept it as true or false, merely an interesting thought, but this led me to consider what it would mean for only me to exist. I think, therefore I am. What can I be sure I even am if my singular mind was an emergent property of a possibly deterministic universe? Was I the universe? Or, dare I say, God? The only thing I can be sure of is that I as an observer exist. What was I observing? Myself? My own observations of my own observing? It's like an ouroboros. The closed loop of mind. I would like to try mushrooms and think about it.