Imagine, by way of experiment, two young men [Wittgenstein and Heidegger] strolling together through the city – and suddenly one says to the other:

“How strange that everything exists [“das es überhaupt etwas gibt”]!  How miraculous:  There! And there! Do you see it, too?”

And the other man nods and says “Yes I see it.  It also shows itself to me.  And you know I always think: It is not how the world is that is mystical, but that it is.”

— Time of the Magicians,

By Wolfram Ellinberger

Perhaps this tune and lyric makes the point.  What do you think?

White Rabbit

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she’s ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall
Tell ’em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she’ll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s off with her head
Remember what the dormouse said
Feed your head
Feed your head

The Jefferson Airplane original, covered by Grace Potter and The Nocturnals