The Whence of Being and Meaning (Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything)

Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything (New York: Broadway Books, 2003)
[IN A NUTSHELL]
The journey from cosmic birth to human emergence that unveils the human place and meaning in the vast history of the Universe

With Bill Bryson known for his unique humor and satire, I didn’t have high expectations for the content of the book and even postponed reading it several times, opting for other books instead. However, my expectations were completely surpassed. This book, nearly 500 pages in B5 format, spanning 30 chapters in its English original, unfolds a meticulous presentation of nearly everything’s history, just as the title suggests, supported by solid research materials.

The author delves into nearly every field of science to explain the history of nearly everything, leading readers into a feast of ‘ologies’ and ‘isms’ in each chapter: cosmology (Big Bang theory, multiverse theory, string theory), physics (classical mechanics, electromagnetism, relativity theory, quantum mechanics), geology, climatology, chemistry, evolutionary biology, molecular biology, genetics, phylogenetics, archaeology, zoology, and so on.

The reason why one should read this book is clear. No one can unravel the vast history from the birth of the universe to the emergence of humanity as easily, accurately, and, most importantly, entertainingly as Bill Bryson does.

Of course, since the book contains scientific achievements up until the author’s writing in 2003, readers who approach this book as specialists may be disappointed, given that it was published over 20 years ago. Like in other fields, scientific knowledge can quickly become outdated, especially in the rapidly evolving era of science and technology. Therefore, readers may prefer to read freshly published scientific literature in today’s fast-paced world of advancements.

However, the reason why one should read this book is clear. No one can unravel the vast history from the birth of the universe to the emergence of humanity as easily, accurately, and, most importantly, entertainingly as Bill Bryson does. This, in my opinion, is the greatest advantage of this book. The introduction of various famous theories, which can be quite perplexing to the general reader, is presented in a straightforward manner without distortion, a point that even specialists would appreciate (though it’s obvious that in order to “really” understand the latest physics theories, one must sit down and study mathematics).

I encountered sentences that made me laugh every few pages, and I was very happy about it, wrote them down, and envied his talent.

Furthermore, this book boasts an astonishingly good readability. As the author states in the preface, writing a science book that is accessible to the general public has been the author’s lifelong dream. As a child, the boring and difficult textbooks reduced the author’s interest in science (and therefore successfully reduced the author’s grades), but it did not completely reduce the spark of interest.  With a deep-seated desire to understand the universe and humanity, a wish held like a lifelong homework assignment, the author meticulously crafted this book with dedication. This involved extensive research, interviews, and on-site investigations, all presented in a way that ordinary readers can easily grasp.

Despite the author’s occasional seriousness, his unique sense of humor made this hefty book much more enjoyable to read. While the author strives to maintain a somewhat solemn tone compared to his other essays, he effortlessly showcases his remarkable sense of humor without reservation. He possesses an amazing talent for making readers laugh without going overboard, using themes like human ignorance, quirks, limitations, the vastness and wonder of nature, and the complexity of situations. In fact, I encountered sentences that made me laugh every few pages, and I was very happy about it, wrote them down, and envied his talent.

Now, I must say a couple of things that I am disappointed about. While the author delves into the vast expanse of the universe in this book, from its birth to the emergence of life on Earth and the appearance of human beings, they fail to demonstrate their deep reflection on the meaning of human existence. Although the author shares their literary sensibility through personal reflections on scientific discoveries in each chapter, it feels somewhat superficial and lacking in depth. As someone who expected a more profound contemplation from a renowned author who has conducted grand research and writing, this aspect leaves much to be desired. If only the author had included a chapter on topics like religion, ethics, or the meaning of life, the satisfaction level would have been much higher.

The combination of serious content, solid scientific evidence, accessibility, and humor. These elements are well blended in Bryson’s A Short History of Nearly Everything, ultimately aiming to explore the meaning of human existence from the perspective of cosmic origins and evolutionary biology.

Another disappointing aspect is that this book does not cover present-day and future humans. In other words, the book relies solely on natural sciences to discuss the history of the universe and humanity and does not deal with the history of human civilization, which falls under social sciences (economics, politics, culture, religion, etc.).  The author only explores the emergence of our species (Homo sapiens) and does not mention the subsequent development of humans in terms of civilization, culture, art, and religion. Furthermore, personally, I was hoping to hear about issues related to our future from this excellent writer, such as artificial intelligence and space exploration. However, since the title of the book is “History,” I cannot blame the author for not fulfilling this obligation.”

Interestingly enough, Yuval Noah Harari’s book Sapiens starts precisely from the emergence of our Homo sapiens in Earth’s history and delves deeply into the future of sapiens as well. It almost feels as if these two books were published as the first and second volumes of a series, covering different aspects comprehensively. Of course, Sapiens, dealing with the future, provides us with more food for thought.”

The combination of serious content, solid scientific evidence, accessibility, and humor. These elements are well blended in Bryson’s A Short History of Nearly Everything, ultimately aiming to explore the meaning of human existence from the perspective of cosmic origins and evolutionary biology.


According to Bryson, humans are not here by inevitability. We are the product of an endless series of coincidences. Our lives have no inherent value, purpose, or meaning. From a cosmic perspective, humans are virtually nothing, and from the perspective of Earth, we are parasites. The emergence and extinction of a species are natural and repetitive processes in the 4.5 billion years of Earth’s history and 3.8 billion years of life history. Furthermore, the short lifespan of an individual human is simply ephemeral. Eastern religious and philosophical traditions have already realized this, and even some Western nursery rhymes reflect this insight.

    Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily. Life is but a dream.

I want to tell it like this. Our lives are like small sailboats. We ride that sailboat along a vast river without even knowing the whither, drifting aimlessly. That vast river is the universe. Like other fellow creatures, we can only follow the irresistible, vast, and ruthless flow of the universe. However, we don’t need to panic in the face of the randomness and transience of our lives. We also don’t need to be sad looking at the vast universe that is completely indifferent to its offspring. Unlike other life forms, we humans can “merrily” row the oars.

Only when we begin the exploration to find them, do they emerge fragmentarily and momentarily in the journey of our exploration. In other words, meaning exists only through and as a process of self-exploration.

We are meaning-making creatures, while there is no inherent value, purpose, or meaning in life itself. They are not found within us or outside of us, nor are they given to us by some divine entity. Only when we begin the exploration to find them, do they emerge fragmentarily and momentarily in the journey of our exploration. In other words, meaning exists only through and as a process of self-exploration. We can merrily attribute meaning to our dream-like lives.”

Rilke once said that there is only one journey in this world, and that is the journey towards one’s own inner self. This can be seen as a poetic expression of Feuerbach’s famous dictum, “Theology is anthropology.” I believe that art, philosophy, theology, and religious studies are all forms of anthropology carried out in the name of beauty, truth, and the divine. In this sense, the dictum means that all our inquiries are ultimately journeys to discover ourselves. And discovery is actualization. (In the English word self-realization, the verb realize has the meanings of “to discover” and “to actualize” at the same time.) At the end of all inquiry, one finds and thus fulfills oneself (and not God or any other divine or noble things), which is called self-realization, and only through which one finds meaning. Then, we come to realize that chance and necessity are ultimately the same, that freedom and destiny are essentially indistinguishable, and that God and I were one from the beginning.


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The Duty, the Arrogance, and the Solitude of the Genius (Ray Monk, Ludwig Wittgenstein)

Ray Monk, Ludwig Wittgenstein: The Duty of Genius (1990)
[IN A NUTSHELL]
The art of philosophical deconstruction of a solitary thinker whose world-reengineering elitism made him isolated and shivering in loneliness.

What readers expect from a biography will differ from what they expect from a philosophical treatise. Examining the most crucial moments in a philosopher’s life is as enlightening (if not more so) as delving into their own works. What an individual puts out into the world is the most faithful expression of their life, whatever form it may take. A philosophical system, of course, but also works of art, literary compositions, political decisions, and even the attitude of a waiter serving a glass of water to a guest, or the subtle gestures made during a conversation—all of these are acts of self-expression. Therefore, the best way to understand someone’s body of work is to become a thoughtful witness to their life.

Ray Monk made an effort to illuminate both the public and private lives of Ludwig Wittgenstein, citing a significant amount of personal correspondence. Through his equally intriguing life, readers could gain a clearer understanding of his philosophy. However, more serious philosophical readers may feel disappointed that the author devoted too little space to explaining Wittgenstein’s philosophy itself.

In this book, the relatively sparse discussion of philosophical reasoning itself compared to other philosophers’ biographies may stem from the fundamental difference in philosophical attitude between Wittgenstein and other philosophers. Let’s compare Hegel and Wittgenstein. Hegel established a complex and grandiose metaphysical system, upon which he based extensive systematic writings throughout his life on many key areas such as mind, history, logic, politics, law, and religion.

Wittgenstein’s philosophy is more like a sharp dagger piercing through the ambitions of constructing grand philosophical systems.

On the other hand, Wittgenstein’s philosophy is more like a sharp dagger piercing through the ambitions of constructing grand philosophical systems. He believed that it was sufficient to undermine the foundation of philosophical reasoning, namely language. He asserted that the grammar of thought should be poetic rather than systematic or logical, which succinctly summarizes his attitude toward philosophy.

Wittgenstein, instead of constructing another system to dismantle metaphysical frameworks, scrutinizes the fundamental operations of philosophy, namely language and logic. He believed that the “primary condition” for philosophy is “doubt about grammar,”, and if he were to draft his philosophical manifesto, the opening sentence might have been “All philosophy can do is a critique of idols.”1 These idols represent all kinds of grand doctrinal systems attempting to interpret the world and claiming to be successful—be it religious, philosophical, or political. Therefore, perhaps a lengthy discourse might not be necessary to explain his philosophy. Wittgenstein himself did not leave behind a comprehensive philosophical system, nor did he desire one. Furthermore, due to his perfectionist nature, he was unable to publish a single book properly.

Wittgenstein was not interested in addressing the problems that philosophy was supposed (and believed) to solve. Instead, he questioned the validity of philosophizing itself and sought to reveal its inherent limits. Reasoning can only occur through the medium of language, which necessarily consists of symbolic and abstract symbols, and language is inevitably a product of a specific culture. While we reason with the symbolic system of language bestowed upon us by society, we unwittingly accept the worldviews and assumptions deeply embedded within that language. For example, in traditional societies, the prevalent assumption is that there are only two sexes or genders, male and female. There are no words to express various other gender forms (in fact, the concept of gender itself is a modern invention and importation). This demonstrates that the assumptions inherited from traditional societies, namely that biological sex and social gender roles are identical, are already ingrained in the language we use. And language users comprehend the world through these assumptions.

When Wittgenstein said, “The limits of my language are the limits of my world,” he meant precisely this.

However, such assumptions are not a necessary way of perceiving the world but rather arbitrary ones based on the uniqueness of culture and language. Using language without recognizing its historicity and relativity is to uncritically accept the assumptions inherent within it. We do not have our current worldview because of its accuracy but rather because we have inherited it. When Wittgenstein said, “The limits of my language are the limits of my world,” he meant precisely this. This is a very accurate observation and should no longer be a new fact that feels revolutionary now.

“But I did not acquire my picture of the world by convincing myself that it was right. Nor do I acquire it by being convinced that it was correct. Not at all. It is the background we have inherited, and on this background, I distinguish between truth and falsehood.”

Consider people sharing the same language and culture and engaging in conversation using words like justice or love. From a hermeneutic perspective, the meanings each person ‘actually’ intends when using those words must not be equivalent. Simply put, the process through which the meaning of a given word is formed as a specific meaning—emotion, feeling, or image, for instance—for an individual is entirely unique, so even within the same cultural context, the specific meanings of words used by individuals vary. If we were to judge rigorously, communication of the kind where meanings are a hundred percent definitively expressed and interpreted is theoretically impossible.

“We cannot speak about what a word means. … How do I know that when two people say they believe in God, they mean the same thing?”

The traditional philosophy that relies on language can say nothing at all. Such philosophy is nothing but a meaningless language game, and the arrows shot by so-called academic philosophers miss the target of truth entirely, flying off into absurd directions. Therefore, philosophy must now remain silent. Philosophy speaks about what cannot be spoken about, and what Wittgenstein meant to say is this very ‘not-being-able-to-be-spokenness.’ Wittgenstein ruptures this language game. He cleanses the “foundation of language,” which supports our world of meaning, in order to collapse that world, which is like a “house of cards made of language.” Perhaps this is the duty of the genius Wittgenstein.


It is clear that we cannot reach complete objective truth through a specific language, which is a product of culture. Nevertheless, we still make sense of our lives based on our inherited cultural background. Even though our perspectives may be confined by specific languages and methodologies, the meaning we give to our lives is never ‘non-truth.’ It is through this meaning-making that makes us human. This is the essence of being human, and therefore, we inevitably need a horizon of meaning. Wittgenstein also understood this point well and acknowledged the validity of religion in providing a horizon of meaning.

I have my own picture of the world. Is it true or false? Above all, it is the foundation of all my inquiries and assertions. There is no reason why religious faith cannot provide this foundation, and there is no reason why religious belief should not become part of “the background against which we distinguish between true and false, the background we have inherited.”

Like iconoclasts, it was Wittgenstein’s duty to shatter all philosophical idols. However, after completing the demolition of philosophical dogmas, he generously left room for religious faith. Since life is lived not through rigorous philosophy but through passion, Wittgenstein himself longed for such faith. Of course, this faith does not mean intellectual agreement with doctrines but rather a specific attitude aroused by passion. He distinguished between wisdom (philosophy and rigor) and passion (faith and action), stating that “wisdom is ashy” while “life and religion are colored.” In other words, a passionate attitude (faith) redeems human existence.

Faith is not about my rational intellect; it is about believing in what my heart and my soul demand. Because what needs to be saved is not my abstract mind but my soul, which is imbued with passion, so to speak, with flesh and blood.


The subtitle of the book, “The Duty of Genius,” makes me somewhat uncomfortable. It reminds me of a friend armed with an elitist consciousness. Although we are now estranged, he is also the one who recommended this book to me. He bears many resemblances to Wittgenstein in various aspects, so I couldn’t help but wonder if he gave me this book as his own introduction to me. I even had the thought that he was imitating and mimicking Wittgenstein, adopting his tastes and attitudes as if they were his own. And certain aspects of both of them made me quite uncomfortable.

Wittgenstein’s philosophizing is undoubtedly valuable, but his arrogant attitude is almost unbearable.

Wittgenstein’s philosophizing is undoubtedly valuable, but his arrogant attitude is almost unbearable. He completely disdained tastes that did not meet his standards and openly expressed his discomfort with individuals who held such tastes. Social conventions and etiquette were lightly dismissed, like ignoring STOP signs on the road, and his emotions were expressed unfiltered to those around him. Perhaps because his greatest ethical challenge in life was uncompromising honesty, he seemed quite content with this “honest” attitude of his, which was sufficient to isolate himself.

He showed his first-class instinct for human re-engineering without hesitation towards those who seemed to be ill-cultivated among his acquaintances, and I found these very traits in the friend who recommended this book to me. Elitism, the mission of re-engineering humans and the world, and the discomfort and pettiness expressed when one’s own will is not fulfilled, are, of course, uncomfortable aspects that are found in a milder form (this is very fortunate) in me as well.

“My day passes with logics, whistling, walking, and getting depressed.”

Due to his incredibly meticulous thinking and even more meticulous sense of elitism, Wittgenstein was lonelier than anyone else and sometimes wanted comfort from a same-sex lover. However, he tortured himself by thoroughly hating his vulnerability and solitude. He firmly believed that it was his “perpetual alienation”-the fact that he did not belong to any specific relationship or community-that made him a philosopher. He wrote, “My day passes with logic, whistling, walking, and getting depressed.” His loneliness was self-inflicted, and the gravity of his loneliness is heavy enough to evoke the reader’s sympathy. If we closely and kindly witness to life of a human being, it would be hard not to feel sympathy for him or her.

Wittgenstein was undoubtedly a genius, and he was faithful to the duty given to the genius. He prayed, “May I become more intelligent and may everything become clear to me in the end, or else may I not need to live longer (146).” Is there an item on the sacred duty list of geniuses, such as “Must be arrogant!” in addition to examining the presuppositions of our world and presenting new perspectives? I often sense a sign of a dictator in geniuses who show almost missionary zeal to reengineer the world. A sentence written by Michel Foucault in the “Preface” of Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari’s Anti-Oedipus: Capitalism and Schizophrenia suggests a certain relationship between a dictator and a genius who is trying to fulfill his or her sacred duty.

How does one keep from being fascist, even (especially) when one believes oneself to be a revolutionary militant? How do we rid our speech and our acts, our heart and our pleasures, of fascism? How do we ferret out the fascism that is ingrained in our behavior?

  1. All Wittgenstein citations are my private reverse translations from the Korean translation of the original English work. ↩︎

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside (Brahms’ Symphony no.1)

  • Sunday, February 4, 2024
  • Carnegie Hall, Manhattan, NY
  • Munich Philharmonic – Zubin Mehta (Conductor)
  • Brahms Symphony 1 & Symphony 2
[IN A NUTSHELL]
The Munish Philharmonic plays, with its dignified sound, the music that appears tough on the outside but is tender on the inside, music that resembles ourselves.

Instead of Brahms’ Second Piano Concerto, his First Symphony was performed. Having recently been let down by a disappointing performance of the same piece from another orchestra, my interest in this piece had waned. Furthermore, with no time to find a replacement for Bronfman, the cancellation of the piano concerto left a sense of regret.

I found myself deeply engrossed in the music, realizing how wonderful Brahms’ First Symphony truly is.

As the performance began, the Munich Philharmonic’s rich and stable sound helped to fully immerse in the music. While some may find their sound a bit too blunt, preferring more agile pieces and auditory pleasure, the orchestra’s performance allowed for a focused appreciation of the music. Having performed Brahms’ First Symphony in their previous concert, there likely wasn’t even time for a rehearsal for this performance. Hence, Mehta conducted Symphony №1 with a bold baton, making the music feel more familiar and accessible compared to Symphony №2 performed in the second half. Ultimately, thanks to their excellent performance, I found myself deeply engrossed in the music, realizing how wonderful Brahms’ First Symphony truly is.


The sweetness hidden behind the solemnity of an earnest artist must have been reserved only for a few.

The first movement was majestic to the extent to which it felt almost pathetic, while the following movements were serene and gentle. In the fourth movement, the energy surged again, making the overall experience crispy and tender at once, much like the texture of a well-prepared dish. The first and fourth movements wrapped the piece with toughness while tenderly embracing a soft interior in between I may not know much about Brahms as a composer, but I couldn’t help but think, “Ah, this must have been what he was like.” The sweetness hidden behind the solemnity of an earnest artist must have been reserved only for a few.

The fourth movement, though tougher compared to the second and third ones, was less crispy compared to the first movement. It felt much softer, almost as if the crispy exterior was infused with a moist interior. Especially in the middle of the fourth movement when the theme of the first movement was repeated, there was a sense of maturity yet youthfulness, exuding an air of a presentable young man. Brahms must have reconciled with his past self. The sharpness and stiffness of his youth softened, revealing a more tender interior.

Still, I hope they don’t lose their moist interior.

I know several people around me who are crispy on the outside and tender inside, some by nature, and some to withstand the harsh realities of the world. Perhaps more and more people are in the process of ripening, under the scorching sun of competition and labor, pretending not to care about the harsh storms just to survive, trying not to appear weak in the midst of competition.

Still, I hope they don’t lose their moist interior. I hope they courageously display their simple, tender side as often as possible. I hope they become affectionate people who recognize innocence, vulnerability, and sadness of each other beneath the prickly exterior.