Go for it

Where is the sun in the night?
Is it cold?
Does it feel left behind?
All alone?
Does it wander through the dark?
Does it wait for the dawn, wish on a star?
Does it stray very far? 

- Arlington (Wailin Jennies)

It is natural to think that ghosts (former humans now in gaseous or ectoplasmic form) miss the physically incarnate state. Are they nostalgic? Is the human scene where the real action is? Maybe the whole system is like a dance hall or a swim club or ski resort, where the center of the action is the dance floor, the pool, the slopes - that where the fun is, the chance to show your stuff, be a star, shake your bootie - and if you aren't out on the floor, in the water, on the powder, you are just a wall flower, loser, bystander, benchwarmer. Is that how it is set up? Do the ghosts miss the iron grip of matter? Are they eager for just one more toke of the sweet sharp smoke rising off the physical meat roasting in the fire of this world's pain?

Or have they moved on.