“You are a fluke of the universe. You have no right to be here, and whether you can hear it or not, the universe is laughing behind your back.” — from Tony Hendra‘s “Deteriorata,” written 35 years ago for the National Lampoon’s Radio Hour. This very thought occured as I was sitting on my bike at a stoplight this morning on Olympic Blvd. I considered the merits and decided otherwise, but I used to swear by flip cynicism when I was younger.