Kanye West and Plato are stuck in Museum Exhibit Malfunction and forced to have a deep conversation.

Kanye: Yo, Plato, this exhibit's trapped us, man. Just like society trapping my genius, holding back the ultimate truth of *me*.

Plato: West, the shadows on the wall here mimic the illusions that distract men from the Forms, the true essence of reality.

Kanye: Forms? Nah, it's about *impact*, Plato. My Yeezys, my music, changing the *form* of culture itself.

Plato: But is that change guided by reason and virtue, or merely the pursuit of fleeting sensory pleasures?

Kanye: Pleasure? It's about *power*, the power to create, to inspire, to be recognized as the greatest artist ever.

Plato: Power untethered to justice leads only to tyranny, a distortion of the ideal city, the true good.

Kanye: My truth *is* justice, Plato. My art is the purest expression of the divine, like Michelangelo, but *better*.

Plato: The divine resides in the pursuit of wisdom, West, a humility that acknowledges the limits of human understanding.

Kanye: Limits? I don't *do* limits. I break them, I redefine them, I become the limit.

Plato: Perhaps, West, but even the greatest artist must strive to understand the eternal truths that underpin all creation.