It does not end. It just begins. 

From the first cries out of the belly of darkness, to the next and each breath you will have to stand. No cocoon nor cushion, you will first lay flat then crawl to stand.

And stand you must or you’ll crumble and fall.

Each stance a beginning, steps to movement. Stillness will not be your friend and peace but a passing friend. How you stand changes nothing but the place you will have to follow.