Riding fixed is like flying kite without a string

Well as a rocket surgeon, you would fail. The kite would be launched and forever drift pushed by thermals and differing breezes. Till one day the kite bio degrades and dies with only the spirit of the kite forever drifting in our souls.

Indeed I'm a failed rocket sturgeon.

I'll battle on in the hope one day a kite spirit will enter my soul, free my mind and elevate my knowledge of the cosmos.