And what is an Orc?
An Orc is an entity of infinities. A creature who is capable of inventing, of worship, of play. An Orc is a thing with the power to create and the power to destroy. An Orc is full of thought, their minds can expand to encompass the whole of all things. An Orc is filled with passions great and small, they harbor fears both insignificant and crippling. An Orc can achieve wonders that are unthinkable for many creatures that are Not Orcs, and they are likewise capable of great atrocities.
An Orc can be a warrior, they can be a teacher, a mother, a father, an artisan or a myriad of other things. They are born, they live, they die, but their deeds are rarely forgotten. They record stories, they make their words and their symbols more than mere scribblings and etchings in sand or upon stone. They create history, then record that history. They build cities, destroy cities and rebuild again. They are capable of making grave and terrible errors, of being deceived and of breaking ancient oaths. They are capable of healing wounds, mending bridges, making friends where there were none before.
They are capable of communication. Their hearts beat beyond the pulse in their veins, joining communities in work and play, suffering and sadness, joy and triumph.
An Orc can be passionate, they can be meek. They can be humble, they can be arrogant. They can be many things- they can be everything that truly matters in a life.
And all this is barely scratching the surface of what an Orc is.
I reduce nothing when I argue that Dranosh is best described as an Orc. How can I? I can't even describe the vastness of what an Orc is, just as I cannot ever hope to fully elucidate on the full scope and nature of humanity. Restricting that endless nature to simple words and titles is a pitiable shame.
Recognition of the inner infinity, above and beyond all other things, is something transcendent. I think it's something that's needed here, now.