It's all relative in the end anyway. Tracing yourself back to better people. Life takes it's toll. Where you confuse the dead and irritate the living. I think my family tree is a few branches short of full bloom.
Life is lived forwards, but understood backwards.
My ancestors are hiding in a witness protection program. What I'm doing, when I don't know what I'm doing. Take nothing but ancestors, leave nothing but records. Genealogists never die, they just lose their roots. A hay stack full of needles.