I first saw FLCL maybe 9 years ago and was wonder-struck at the uniqueness of it all. I found myself crying without knowing why, I certainly didn't understand the plot but somehow the scenes unfolding before me struck an untapped reservoir of emotion. While my friends praised the humor and argued about which animes were referenced, the internet explained it's all a story about growing up. To me FLCL is a longing, a promise of the unfathomable lying just underneath hopeless mundanity. My tears are a meld of joy and sorrow that combine to form intensity, the intensity is like a fire which consumes thoughts and ideas leaving behind only vague assurances of "something", something that won't fit in the mind. In some ways I feel I'm like Mamimi in that I have the tendency to see the miraculous in the ordinary, it's difficult for me to describe how FLCL makes me feel but if Mamimi was here I think she'd understand.
I still watch FLCL and it still makes me cry, to me it is the greatest work of art I've ever encountered.

