I made black out poetry today at school, and thoroughly enjoy my rendition:
Information goes through the mind day after day from birth to the end of life. In essence, our life is already falling apart. Life will determine whether the sum of our days adds up to a formless blur, or a work of art.
Everyday life is defined by feelings, whether they are present or not. It has been known that humans; both physically and psychologically, depend on unique thoughts and actions, no matter how other people determine life.