And I think it was the walking, or the distance I was traversing as I walked, combined with the eating of the scone, and even, perhaps, the blackness of the plastic bag in which the steaks had come, that put me in mind of the spiritual malaise that I’d been experiencing. Or that anyway brought that malaise to my attention. Which I know might not make sense. And which may not be all that interesting, even if it does make sense.