Human Parts said no, but my ‘flaws’ shine as cosmic stardust.
I’m in Brooklyn, Fourth Avenue humming faintly in the dead of night, my laptop glowing with a Human Parts rejection email.
My essays — stories of blood, forgiveness, and raw humanity — weren’t “human” enough for their gatekeepers.
Their title, Human Parts, implies that some parts of us aren’t human — and they decide which ones count.
But maybe Medium’s just working with limited tools.
Maybe they need a new shelf — something bigger than the body.
Maybe someday they’ll launch a new space, a companion to Human Parts, called Divine Parts.
A home for the stardust in us — for the moments when we go beyond impulse and choose love, when we glow from something deeper than flesh.
Deepak Chopra says stars cool, spin into planets, and from those planets, we evolve — every cell in us is…
LENDZ
