that saves me from total despair on this subject:
I believe that souls are indestructable and that a soul's progress can be delayed but not utimalely obstructed.
as I expressed in the poem below, I don't know when the soul engages with the glob of cells. But no matter where the soul engages the flesh, at some point the flesh will wither and the soul will continue. Call me a religious sap, but I don't think that souls can be stopped by abortion, wars, accidents, suicide or anything else.