Blood, Phlegm, Bile, and How I'm Not Smarter than the Ancient Greeks

In ancient Greece there was an ongoing argument about what humans were made of. Hippocrates begins the famous Nature of Man (which was actually probably written by Polybus, but details) refusing to participate in the debate of which of the four elements people were made of: fire, air, water, or earth? None of these things, he points out, are “an obvious constituent of a man.” In other words, this is a stupid question.

Hippocrates/Polybus is more interested in the more scientific proposals, specifically “some . . . say that a man is blood, others that he is bile, a few that he is phlegm.”

I read this in a class on the conception of Christian bodies (which, naturally, has to start with non-Christian Greeks, because Western bias), and I couldn’t stop laughing. Someone who walked this earth seriously contemplated that people were formed “in unity” of phlegm.

I imagined a time traveler coming up to me and saying, “Excuse me, are people made of blood, phlegm, or bile?” and I, the humanities major with a high school and nonfiction essay informed idea of the human body, would have to say some version of, “Your assumptions are so wrong, I don’t even know how to answer your question.”

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Yes, We're Talking About Hope Again

When I was headed off to divinity school, I decided it was time that I figured out what I really thought about Joseph Smith. I’d had mixed feelings about him for a long time: on the one hand, he was a prophet and he revealed a lot of my absolute favorite truths, like eternal families, the importance of bodies, and the presence of Heavenly Mother. (For a really excellent book on what Joseph revealed and how it was different, check out The Christ Who Heals, by Fiona and Terryl Givens.) On the other hand, polygamy. Also, it sounds like he was charming, and my mom raised me to distrust charming people.

I read a lot about Joseph Smith in the few months before I went to Boston, mostly in Richard Bushman’s Joseph Smith: Rough Stone Rolling. I found that, in addition to believing Joseph was a prophet, which I’d never really struggled with, I actually really liked him. He had faults I could relate to—an ego and temper that I recognized—but also qualities I really looked up to. Hope was high among these qualities. The hope on this guy.

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