I’d be with you. Even if it’s not right. I tell you all the time that it’s what we choose to make it. Tear it down, I don’t care. What was it before you? Break it into pieces and they’ll reflect you a thousand times over. A mosaic of whatever it was we wanted to be and what it took to get there. I think it may be perfect now. I think it may be broken beyond repair. I think it may be brilliant.