I still have difficulty believing that a cartoon, much less a catchily titled "family" one, could have obliterated so many of my oft-cherished ideals and deep seated beliefs, while simultaneously effortlessly and cleanly non-paradoxically validating and augmenting the deepest yearnings of my soul. Without giving too much away, "My Little Pony: The Princess Promenade" begins as a seemingly "day in the life of" style animated docu-drama chronicling the humble life of what is, in the beginning, an "ordinary" pony (albeit one that talks).. To give any more away, or to even attempt to prepare one for, let alone complement, this epic achievement with the comparative flummery of mere literary description would be an exercise in supreme futility, at best. Though without seeing the movie, I would argue that _any_ contextual appreciation of the nature of that statement is simply impossible. You really just _have_ to see it. This reality shattering, yet undeniably life affirming masterpiece is logically the posthumous pinnacle of Søren Kierkegaard's life work. I'm still reeling!