Pots

Talking yourself into irrelevance is not a profound critique on being. it's a cheap trick of the rational mind.
Before falling asleep and entering dreaming, the question of whether this is real is asked.
Moving from box to box, looking through windows while eating in a box, and then  bathing in a box before sleeping in your box. 

The wood ash drippings and the orange flushing of the flames marks on the clay is real. 
Where is this market where the real pots are for sale?
The toad that comes out of its hole at night to hunt the stunned bugs crashing into the light. 
The raven watching from the bridge the water streaming below and commuters streaming above.