Yeah, your beliefs keep your autistic son from improving his life.
Your beliefs keep you from marrying that guy you smooched on the plane
Your beliefs have you hock a religion where space aliens flew DC-7-shaped starships into volcanoes and then haunted people.
Oh right, and your beliefs were an invention of a crackpot sci-fi writer who admitted he did it to make money.
Way to go.
Oh, p.s. you're ugly and no gay guy wants you.