Ive started the process. Realizing that an observing self is a property of my new found consciousness, the dark spectator is me or is also me i cannot determine the difference. I lust to observe i lust to act i find the sense of control drunkinging, like an ecstasy washing over me pulling me every which way. I desire to fill the void within an all consuming black hole that swallows all it can feed upon. Until just an shell. An empty husk left behind… I am my dark spectator.