Of course, just don't close your soul to real holy persons. One of my most memorable days was introducing a catholic brother from a California monastery to a tibetan monk. The brother was chinese, and bore scars on his wrists from 12 years shackled in a PHRASECENSOREDPOSTERSHOULDKNOWBETTER. prison . My friend Rinpoche escaped tibet and walked with a limp after jumping from a third story window. One would make a observation and the other immediately understand his point. Different paths, same destination and I sat there looking like a benevolent dummie.