Neither of those is particularly bad. I don't view it as my job to filter the past. I view it as I'm in the right time and place to take advantage of the tools to assemble what I can and bring it forward in time to future generations. The good, the bad, anything I find.

If you think your position isn't unique, I'm reminded of two things.

The first is that in my casual research for other people, almost every single one is the exclusive person in their very extended family that has any interest in genealogy research. Forget immediate family, most of the time your only family matches for fellow researchers are 6+ cousins. Imagine how much is lost between the gaps of those people, per family, for generations. What a unique position to have the ambition and the toolset at hand to even casually research.

The second is a photo from a records facility somewhere in Sicily. I can't find it at the moment, but it's from a researcher from Naples posted on a trip down once. The place has hundreds of thousands of books, records for many of the local villages, in a giant old italian-looking warehouse. Floor to ceiling. Books hundreds of years old, possibly older in some cases. They're not digitized. No one's digitizing them. Most haven't been touched in centuries. And it's open. It's open to the air at the doors, with simple shutters and such. It's not climate controlled. They're just there, for now, and one day, they'll be gone. Undoubtedly some are already beyond usable. And if you've not been alive at the right time, with the ambition to document, the ability to be there, and the ability to find anything you need, then everything in the warehouse is for naught. It's as good as gone, as if it didn't exist in the first place.

So that's my role. Our role. Capture as much as the past as we can, and be the bridge to some time in the future, possibly generations after we're gone. Bridge to the past, don't distill it.