Barack Obama and Joe Rogan are stuck in Library Locked-In Overnight and forced to have a deep conversation.

"Joe, man, this place is a trip," Rogan chuckled, gesturing around the towering bookshelves, "like a real-life DMT experience, but with Dewey Decimals."

Obama smiled faintly, "There's a certain weight to all this accumulated knowledge, Joe; feels like history breathing down your neck."

"Speaking of history, Barry," Rogan leaned in, "you ever feel like the narratives we tell ourselves, the stories, are just…filters, obscuring the actual truth?"

Obama sighed, "Absolutely. Truth is a multifaceted gem, Joe; everyone sees a different facet, depending on their angle."

"So, how do we get closer to the whole damn gem, then?" Rogan pressed, a glint in his eye.

"Empathy, Joe," Obama responded, his voice softening, "Listening to those different angles, even the ones that challenge your own worldview."

Rogan nodded thoughtfully, "That's the jujitsu of life, right? Using their momentum to see things from their perspective."

"Precisely," Obama affirmed, "And recognizing that even with all the data in the world, some things just...require faith."

"Faith in what, though?" Rogan countered, ever the skeptic, "In humanity? In some cosmic order?"

Obama paused, looking up at the ornate ceiling, "Perhaps faith in our collective potential to keep striving for a more perfect union, even when it feels impossible."