The Identifiction of Identification

The dusty sunlight made everything slow. We leaned, wearily enervated, against whatever walls we could. And we decided that not being women, we would never be able to understand them1; that not being Hindus, we would never be able to understand them2; that not being physicists, we would never be able to understand them3; and so on.

In fact, not having perfect labels, nor faces, we would never be able to understand everything. Or so they (1, 2, 3, ..., n) told us.