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    Heading down the motorway to the place where rhythm and vibes emerge from the bowels of a red monolith, you think about the urge to fill the empty spaces in heart and mind with music and lyrics. You seem to be stuck in a communication cul-de-sac too narrow to turn around and without reverse gear on your vehicle. The only way out would be up to the meta level from where the outlook is different.…