It is difficult to understand Rilke’s Birth of Christ, unless you learned by your life (your life’s share in holliness) that simplicity, the essence and character of virginity, is where Christ brings His divine nature and is born. If we don’t know this, then we will have to imagine some negations, the absense of this and that, the concentration of one’s existence to some ‘oneness’. But we won’t have a real knowledge of simplicity, a simplicity that is touchable, speaking, appearing, we won’t know the existing but an imaginary and hopefully plausible simplicity.