What do you call yourself?

What do we believe to be true about ourselves? What do we call ourselves?
It is my interpretation of the quote below that once we classify ourselves and each other, our prejudices come flooding in, and separation begins. While traveling through the open field, the fawn has an 'AHA' moment; he realized, recognized and labeled himself, and then tagged Alice as being human, he runs off because of his judgment of Alice and decides they can no longer travel together.

The moral of the story: When we recognize each other as each other, we can begin to see only love!

"What do you call yourself?" the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had!

"I wish I knew!" thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly, "Nothing, just now."

"Think again," it said: "that won't do."

Alice thought, but nothing came of it.

"Please, would you tell me what you call yourself?" she said timidly, "I think that might help a little."

I'll tell you, if you'll come a little further on," the Fawn said. "I can't remember here."

So, they walked on together through the wood, Alice with her arms clasped lovingly around the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out into another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air and shook itself free from Alice's arms. "I'm a Fawn!" it cried out in a voice of delight. "And dear me, you're a human child!"

A sudden look of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and in another moment, it had darted away at full speed.”

― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass