There are so many plans that never come to fruition. There are others that partially come to...partial success, of course. There exist still others that succeed, and at some cost. There is no escape from the need to put into motion a plan, acting in some way, and goodness and decent character are no exceptions, but there are plans that extract some essential part. That essential part, once it is used to find some element of beauty and thus goodness, becomes lost. It is no longer possible. And then there is something new.
What happens in the place between is nothing.