Human
By far the most numerous single species in the Multiverse, humans can be found on virtually any plane capable of supporting life. Perhaps the greatest contributor to this feat is their tolerance for almost any environment and every stripe of mana; a human can live anywhere and still be considered human, whereas most other great races thrive in only one or two colors of mana or a limited band of climates. The particular color of mana to which any given human belongs, therefore, can be difficult to tell at first glance, and normally reflects in their attitude and demeanor. A white-aligned human, for example, will typically promote the pivotal aspects of white-ness (preoccupations with justice, community and spirituality) yet aside from dress and manner may look no different than a human tied to another color. Humans are often looked down upon by other races for a variety of reasons, mostly depending on some unique aspect of that other race's own outlook. Elves may frown upon humans' seeming disregard for their environment, for example, while dwarves may ridicule their love of vast empires. On the plane of Ravnica, an extremely cosmopolitan place by any standards where races freely intermingle, humans are derided for their apparent ability to find members of any sentient race attractive. The plane of Lorwyn is almost unique for having no humans among its many races.
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Famous quotes containing the word human:
“Nor is any evidence to be found, either in History or Human Nature, that nations are to be bribed out of a spirit of encroachment and aggression, by humiliations which nourish their pride, or by concessions that extend their resources and power.”
—James Madison (1751–1836)
“I learned early to understand that there is no such condition in human affairs as absolute truth. There is only truth as people see it, and truth, even in fact, may be kaleidoscopic in its variety. The damage such perception did to me I have felt ever since ... I could never belong entirely to one side of any question.”
—Pearl S. Buck (1892–1973)
“The symbol of perpetual youth, the grass-blade, like a long green ribbon, streams from the sod into the summer, checked indeed by the frost, but anon pushing on again, lifting its spear of last year’s hay with the fresh life below. It grows as steadily as the rill oozes out of the ground.... So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)