We are entering Rosh Hashana, and its central liturgical demand is cheshbon hanefesh — an accounting of the soul. That’s the blueprint. The assessment of how many bricks were made and placed. Not a vague spiritual gesture toward self-improvement, but a rigorous audit: where did I actually stand this year, in full, including the places I fell short. But to focus only on the delays and cost-overruns without at once updating and then fortifying the vision? Let me paraphrase the Cheshire Cat to Alice: if you don’t know where you’re going, any road will get you there.