It on the drug.
I remember getting high as a teenager, thinking, Well, this isn’t really a “feeling,” it’s more a different way of seeing, experiencing, being…
For psychoactive drugs, the experience seems to show me through my own barriers. It helps me see in-between my everyday thoughts to understand why I normally think as I do. I see all the silly games I tend to play for exactly what they are, and I can start to let them go (or at least enjoy their futile drama instead of being overwhelmed by it).
Some drugs help me see past my ego; and in more extreme cases, the ego can go away entirely until I forget what being me even is.
Time can lose all meaning.