By this current he was a master, and I a slave; but now our lives were verging towards a point where differences disappear, where even the constancy of hate breaks down, where the clouds of pride, passion, and selfishness vanish before the brightness of infinite light.
Douglass describes the spiritual reconciliation he felt with his dying former master, where the divisions of their past roles began to dissolve.
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