He came down with anxiety attacks about 7 years ago, and briefly had to be on antidepressants and antipsychotics, low doses of mild stuff. Before all that anxiety he had yet to start the yoga, the organic diet, the vegetarian kick. Something tells me he looks out at the world and says, "It could fucking kill you--kill you!" and feels he must control every molecule of the world that enters his body, what chemicals and foods and liquids, in the hopes that the chemical, toxic, radioactive, carcinogenic mess that is the modern world will be stopped from killing him. I suppose I am as afraid of the world as he--the only difference is that while I am resigned to a sickening point, he has decided to take every possible action he can--after all, the world could fucking kill you.