I was reading Clarissa Pinkola Estés Untie the Strong Woman the other night (thank you, Sharon Martinelli) and the chapter was about Our Lady of Guadalupe mural in North Denver. The beautiful mural was painted over; sheetrocked over with no clear explanation about why; just for "remodeling sake". There were peaceful protests and many, many inquires about why this happened, and so many pleas to, please, uncover the wall. Nothing. No answer.
But the people knew that the Lady was still there, even though they couldn't see her anymore. They knew she was there and they felt her. And here's the odd phenomenon, according to Estes. Great spiritual passion often arises from travesty. There were "rememberers" who came and touched the wall; who continue to come and touch the wall to let Our Lady know she is remembered; not forgotten and that her work continues in the world.
It became clear to those who covered the wall and the mural that to bury Our Lady, you had to dig deep; a lot deeper than sheetrock and paint.
I felt an analogy to where we are today. You are invited to your own perspective.