A man injures his leg during a hunt, he's in the middle of a savanna. No mean's to treat the wound, the leg rots and death approaches, last minute he's picked up by an airplane. He looks down and sees a land of pure white below him glistening in the light. It's the summit of a snow capped mountain, the mountain is Kilimanjaro. As he gazes down he feels like the life flowing out of him, he thinks "that's where i was headed"
Men only think about the past right before their death, as if they were searching for an ounce of proof that they were alive.