A person cannot orient a life toward everything at once. The insistence on one chosen place, and no other, is the insistence that the highest good must occupy a single point, or it fails to anchor anything. Scatter your worship across a hundred convenient altars and you have worshipped nothing, because value that points everywhere points nowhere. The sacred has to have an address.
So a man carries his offerings, his vows, the best of what he has produced. He brings all of it to the one center rather than spending it wherever appetite happens to land. Gathering everything toward the same peak is how a fragmented life becomes whole. The parts stop pulling against each other. A person who fixes his highest aim in a single place lets the whole of himself converge on it.