I’ve been thinking for the past few hours about Miura’s passing, his works’ influence on my life, and how he influenced the world in general. I originally planned on writing a long post about that, but after reading and rereading what I had written, it all just seemed so soulless. I wrote about his childhood and early career, as well as how he began writing on Berserk and how it influenced other media across the world, but it all sounded like something generic you could read on a wiki page... so I decided to just shoot straight from the heart and say what “feels right.” Miura, you crazy bastard, you left this world too early. Your art and storytelling has resonated with me to the core of my very soul, and it played a significant role in developing me into the person I am today. Similar to how an amazing philosopher or thinker can help shape your perspective of the world, Berserk played a role in how I treat conflict and adversity in my life. Thanks to you, I welcome the challenges life throws at me. I smugly smile as I hold up a middle finger at fate and universal destiny. I relish the struggle to survive in this hell humanity has created for itself, and I wear my scars with pride. Developing a worldview like that might never have happened if Berserk wasn’t a part of my life, and I’m eternally grateful for it. Miura, you glorious bastard, we may never know how your masterpiece was meant to end, but we will always know that you were one of the realist niggas that ever lived. You perfectly summarized what it means to be human in an inhumane world, and I thank you for that.