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:
“The only thing that one really knows about human nature is that it changes. Change is the one quality we can predicate of it. The systems that fail are those that rely on the permanency of human nature, and not on its growth and development. The error of Louis XIV was that he thought human nature would always be the same. The result of his error was the French Revolution. It was an admirable result.”
—Oscar Wilde (1854–1900)
“Who knows what the human body would expand and flow out to under a more genial heaven?”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“First, the cold friction of expiring sense
Without enchantment, offering no promise
But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit
As body and soul begin to fall asunder.
Second, the conscious impotence of rage
At human folly,”
—T.S. (Thomas Stearns)