Richard, There are indeed many times for me when "content" or the field or "ground" become figural. One of the poets who echos this for me is William Wordsworth .... "And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man: A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things." Wordsworth,W. "Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey" lines 93-103