Where I am, the sun rises every morning. It’s not really rising as much as we’re spinning around it, because the sun is exploding very slowly. It’s hitting us at an angle, refracted through a layer of misty water covering the Earth, and so you or I get what’s called a ‘morning’.
Good morning, we say. Why? Because us things that are alive look at things as good or bad. Either we become more alive, or we get closer to become the dust and earth and atoms that all of this non-alive stuff is, and we are, aside from having all the characteristics of life which we can’t find anywhere else out there. At all.