All signs point to the power of repetition. A phrase in a song must weave in and out to establish its meaning. Yes, we meander and digress to other territories, but we only do so in pursuit of a point. We abandon the unrelenting existence of a thing, with the sole purpose of returning to it. This is done to validate its existence.
We leave our homes to export our traditions to new homes, affirming the reality we originated from. Here we can try to extend eternity from our wills.
We talk about the motivations that legacy draws from us, but I've moved past the belief that this is a shallow vanity project. While we live, we see our instincts reach forward to places of selfless intent.
If you see it like an evolutionary biologist sees it, the undercurrent of action is to replicate your likeness. But likeness needn't be preferable to your particulars, and you might be a vessel for things beyond you to pass through.
If eternal qualities aren't belonging to you, your personality is a coincidence in how it uniquely makes prosperous these attributes of nature.
Maybe your character is one of those meandering digressions, necessary to exist for the homecoming's transformational effect.
Too many variations obscure the content. Endless alterations muddy the waters. The chain of constant transition constructs a narrative that evades our memories.
And all signs point to the power of repetition.