Space is the place, he said. And I have done sounded it, rounded it, and founded it in T-E-X-A-S. I've even doubled-downded it. Spell it it out TEE-EXX, if you can.
Lithium mines are elsewhere, as are the battery designers.
Air is heavy, so no matter how pfthallic is my ship design, it must meet with no resistance.
Crumbling crunch of Austinite on the soles of my shoes.
It must be the no taxing, no unions little cottonfields I find home.
Musk-oxen!
Onward through the fog!