“People often claim to be hungry for the truth, but rarely appreciate the taste when it is served.” (George R.R. Martin). Life is not just a single journey, as commonly known. Life is made up of multiple small journeys, both physical and emotional, that define who we are, were and will be. The meaning may be missing, but we never give up on our supposed goal, because we are persistent humanoids. Charlie Marlow's journey in Heart of Darkness was surprisingly summed up in the last two sentences. Marlow has embarked on a journey of self-discovery and search for truth; the truth about the superficially decorated culture to which he belonged. Imperialist culture, as glorious and glittering as it may seem, is caught between two extremely contrasting worlds, which effectively govern the actions of its descendants. Sanity and madness are those two worlds separated by the extremely thin and fragile thread of imperialism. The imperialists sent to civilize the black savages arrive with a healthy, white man's mentality, but end up becoming one of the mad savages. “The old doctor took my pulse, evidently in the meantime he was thinking of something else. "Good, good for there," he muttered, and then with some impatience he asked if I would let him measure my head. The deterioration of the human brain from a healthy white man to a wild madman was a common symptom among those who decided to join the noble cause, those who decided to live their lives on an extremely thin thread. Imperialism is the deterioration of a properly functioning, healthy brain. That ever thin thread of imperialism, which separates sanity from madness, is unfortunately not strong enough to hold back its imperialists, thus letting them all fall into an abyss of savagery. Marlow, being a white man... middle of paper... ror!" (Conrad, page 99). At that moment – ​​the moment of death – Kurtz realized everything that imperialism prevented him from seeing ; he realized the “evil” of the noble cause, the lack of meaning in everything he had done and the madness that had dominated him for a long time, blinding him from the ultimate “reality” which was not something ideal of an “imperialist” sane." The thread of life, or rather of death, is easily breakable. The thread of imperialism is also easily broken. Imperialists cling wholeheartedly to one thing; the noble cause. However, they transform themselves from men healthy, pretentious white men into dark-skinned savage men Imperialism destroys people and destroys cultures for the vague purpose of spreading knowledge and support to poor savages, when they end up just like them, or probably worse...