Modern seekers want liberation, not heartbreak. They sit cross-legged, sip herbal tea, chant in perfect rhythm — and yet avoid the one practice that could shatter their illusions faster than a mantra ever could: Love. Not romantic drama. Not spiritual performance. Just the raw, terrifying, magnificent act of opening the heart without asking for safety. Because Love — whether for a mantra, a person, a deity, a guru, or life itself — is the seed of devotion. Without that seed,