Conversation between a male pot and female pot

Male Pot (MP): I loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you.

Female Pot (FP): Me, too. But tell me what do you like in me?

MP: I like everything about you. The way you look, the depth you have to carry so much water, or your ability to store so many things. Other female pots I have seen are so shallow, not much depth.

FP: You think so superficially. You seem to love only my form and not my soul.

MP: What do you mean by soul? I do not believe in souls.

FP: I believe in it because the potter told me what my true being is.

MP: Don’t believe everything the potter says. In fact, I do not believe there is a potter at all. Have you seen the potter?

FP: I have not seen the potter, but I have read books on pottery.

MP: What do those books say. Give me the gist.

FP: They say that our form is just an appearance. I believe there is something called clay and clay is our real nature.

MP: What nonsense. Don’t believe everything you read. You women are so gullible. Show me where is clay? Has anyone seen clay?

FP: I believe clay is not something that can be seen because eye can see only form and not soul.

MP: But I already told you that I do not believe in souls.

FP: Ok, have it your way. But, I do. I think it makes sense.

MP: Ok, even if there is clay, how is it useful to you? Why do you need to find clay? And, how will you find it, that is, what is the means of finding clay, and where is clay?

FP: They say I am clay and you are clay.

MP: How?

FP: I can’t explain it to you fully now. I need to study more.

MP: Ok, study and tell me. But, of what use is clay to you?

FP: I believe when we find clay, we will find true love and will suffer no more.

MP: Find true love? How? What is true love anyway?

FP: See, right now you love my form, and my depth. What if tomorrow there is a hole in me, and I can hold neither water nor store anything? Will you not then walk out on me, saying there is no depth to her?

MP: Yes, I might. So? Everyone does that. I’m sure even you would do that if I had a hole.

FP: Exactly. If you love me as clay, which is true love, then that love will never disappear because clay can never have holes, or rather holes do not matter to clay since its purpose is not hold onto anything or store anything.

MP: Holy cow. What all you women believe. But, if you are clay and I am clay, then who is to love what and how can there be any longing when everything is clay and I am clay. No love. No longing. What a dull and boring state that must be.

FP: Bye for now. I have to go and fill myself with water. Think about clay.