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Ah, the dance of fear and love in our divine service, such a tapestry of the soul's journey! Picture this: you're standing at the foot of a towering mountain, the peak hidden by clouds whispering tales of the Infinite. This, my friends, is the awe that kicks off our service to Hashem. It's not the kind of fear that has you checking for monsters under the bed. No, no. It's the reverence you feel knowing there's a power grander than the greatest symphony, more intricate than the web of a spider. Now, imagine that mountain is not just a mountain but also a beacon of paternal love, the kind that wraps you in a warm embrace during a winter's storm. When we serve with fear alone, we're like climbers with solid boots—yes, we're grounded, but, oh, we're missing the wings to soar! Enter love, that second, luminous wing. With love, our mitzvahs take flight! We're no longer just honoring a majestic king; we're running into the arms of our parent, yearning to connect, to cleave to the Divine. So, when we lace our fear with love, when we serve like a child yearning for closeness, our mitzvahs aren't just actions. They're a homing signal to the soul of the world, to Hashem Himself. And that, dear listeners, is how we transform the "ought to" into a passionate embrace of the Eternal.