The idea that the soul is a scientifically measurable higher dimensional super thing is a comforting idea on first blush but becomes deeply troubling on further thought. Consider: if the soul is the only aspect of ‘you’ that survives death, and this soul is itself just a measurable thing which exists somewhere like the black box from an airplane, then there’s the possibility that it too could be destroyed, if only by a being of even greater and higher dimensions. It’s quite nightmarish to think that your essence could be in a vat somewhere being poked and prodded by godlike super-scientists.

As I’ve said before, the only way for the soul to be truly eternal and indestructible is for it to be defined as nothingness.