Death Under a Gingko

Jen Gippel PhD
7 min readAug 17, 2021

When I decided to write about death, I walked 3 miles to sit under the shade of a Gingko to simply wonder what that word meant. It wasn’t long before the bright summer sun forced my eyes shut and my thoughts drifted here and there and after a while, the only thing I could be sure of was that death and life are inseparable in contemplations, in yearnings, and in the daily practicalities of living.

But when I began to ponder the subject in this way, which seemed unavoidable, I soon realized that it had one fatal drawback. I would never be able to conclude anything. I would never be able to deliver to you that nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your journal to keep on your bookshelf forever. All I could do was offer an opinion upon one point of death — all living things must die if they are to live and that, as you will see, leaves the nature of death and so life, unresolved.

To make amends I will tell you about my encounters with death over two days that led me to sit under this elegant tree where its pendulous branches too seemed bowed down by the struggles of living and the weight of the subject.

I’m under this Gingko because only the day before yesterday I learned of its remarkable ability to outwit death. Gingkoes it seems are the sole survivor of their phylum and can live for over 1000 human years. They have endured our planet's…

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Jen Gippel PhD

Ph.D. Finance, MSc Creativity Studies | Combining science and personal experience I write about Aging, Creativity, and Life.