If you have ever got on your bike and started pedalling and felt that your actions were independent of your will, and that everything you were thinking about was put on pause, I don’t need to explain what I mean. Zen calls this being fully present. It is the end of 1982, and I am 38 years old. One day, at noon, I notice that my bike is steering itself. Later, I am sitting on the bay, which is today occupied by the Memorial Garden, facing the Rio de la Plata. With me is Daniel Coifman, a psychotherapist friend who has spent a couple of seasons at the Esalen Institute of Big Sur, travelled several times to India and, to put it briefly, gone exploring the mysteries of consciousness.