I was thinking the other day of this symbolic metaphor.
How Mary was virgin, in the sense that it wasn't the Man that impregnated her but the Spirit itself. We mistook the metaphor perhaps and instead of seeing the Divinity in our beings, that we are all sons and daughters of the spirit, we took it personified to Jesus.
I prefer to see the story as more towards the collective, which is what Buddhists do. All can be a Buddha, as all can be a Jesus, or Mary. With or without babies. Just by recognizing in themselves that they are pure children of spirit.
That is my story, I really like it and it makes me shift my vision of how I see myself and others in light.