Once upon a prism, in a land not so far away, light beams were having a serious identity crisis. "To bend, or not to bend," pondered one particularly reflective photon named Rufus. "That is the question that defines my existence!"
In the world of optics, where the light loves to play tag with angles, refraction happens when the speed of light takes a scenic detour through different mediums. It's like trying to walk straight while wading through a kiddie pool filled with jello—squishy, unpredictable, and downright hilarious.
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Remember, kids: when life gives you a prism, make sure to dance your way into it—preferably with a cup of refracted lemonade in hand.
In the optical realm, slang is king. You might hear the light say: "Yo, I'm just refracting my way through life, one wave at a time." And if anyone tells you light travels faster than the speed of gossip, they're absolutely right.