The relation of reality, or of experience in its most general sense, to its ground is not like that of a blank screen on which figures can be drawn from more or less random beginnings and then erased and a different set of figures allowed to evolved from different random premises. The ground is what allows the figures and can never itself be figured, but it is itself rich with primal tendencies, abstract archetypes, if you will, which again and again shape the appearing is specific ways. The relation is intimate to an inconceivable degree, so that every figure, every element of experience is at the same time the ground itself.