So outlandish are Wembanyama’s skills, and so anomalous his physiology, that people commonly refer to him as an alien. It fits. But what comes through when you watch him is his humanity. So much of his game exists not only in psychological dimensions but also in spiritual ones. He meditates before free throws. He cries, he listens closely, he becomes indignant. To ready himself for the demands of the season, he spent ten days training with monks at a Shaolin temple in China.