Perhaps our greatest desire, often unexpressed, is to be content, to be so at peace with ourselves and our God that we can stand anywhere and be at home, to be able to continue our gardening even as all things of this world come to an end.
What is sad for me, is not so much that people who hate the Church and Mary, want to destroy the symbolism that supports it and replace it with signs of the anti-Christ and the anti-Mary. One would expect that. The dismay is how little pushback there is from those who believe and ought to know better.
Imperfection or even infirmity then, becomes beautiful because it is made to serve the beauty within. In a mysterious way the weakness of a form bends to our true nature and our ultimate destiny, as glorified sons and daughters of God. Imperfect Beauty allows the perfect Beauty of God to shine more brightly.