To Seth, it was an inexplicable feeling. So alien that he couldn't even express that it was a feeling. He thought perhaps it was his dinner, unsettled. Seth's mind only brushed across the idea that the feeling had been there for much longer than this particular evening. Perhaps it had burned since he was in his early twenties, when he peaked, but didn't know it. He bought antacids and ate them. He drank antacid liquid. He swallowed antacid pills. The feeling not only lingered, but grew stronger. No general physician could have helped Seth. While a psychologist may have been able, they, too, would not have been able to help in this case because Seth would and, indeed, never could articulate the source of this feeling.
If Seth had the emotional intelligence, the desire for inward analysis, or even the language, he might have said this: I am afraid of becoming extinct.
