Ancestors In A Digtal Age

Who shaped you? Wouldn't it be nice to think it was the end result of a very beautiful evening? I never want to know what created me! I never truly met my father. He was there for three years. Which makes me think... maybe I was the end result of make up sex. No human heart can withstand the pressure of how it is they came into being. And yet we are told to follow the trail put into the earth by way of ancestors. Really?