"I don't believe in ghosts, but I am afraid of them"
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Rational disbelief is easy; untraining the nervous system is not. Bjornson's line lands because it stages a private civil war in one sentence: the 19th-century faith in reason and progress, and the older, stickier inheritance of folk fear. A poet of nation-building and moral seriousness, he knows that what a culture calls superstition rarely dies on schedule. It just relocates from the mind to the gut.
The intent is not to confess hypocrisy so much as to expose the limits of conviction. "I don't believe" is an intellectual position; "I am afraid" is an embodied fact. That gap is where modernity's self-image gets punctured. The subtext is that disbelief doesn't automatically confer mastery. You can discard a doctrine and still react to its imagery, its stories, the childhood acoustics of the dark. Ghosts here read less like literal apparitions than like the afterlife of belief itself: lingering residues of religion, folklore, and collective memory that keep producing sensations even when the metaphysics has been rejected.
Context matters. Bjornson writes in a Northern Europe saturated with Lutheran sobriety and romantic nationalism, where peasants' tales, churchyard dread, and the newly respectable language of psychology overlap. The line anticipates a modern insight: emotions are not arguments. Fear doesn't ask permission from your worldview. That makes the sentence quietly political, too. Nations and movements like to imagine they are driven by principles; Bjornson reminds us they're also steered by inherited terrors - the ghosts we publicly deny and privately obey.
The intent is not to confess hypocrisy so much as to expose the limits of conviction. "I don't believe" is an intellectual position; "I am afraid" is an embodied fact. That gap is where modernity's self-image gets punctured. The subtext is that disbelief doesn't automatically confer mastery. You can discard a doctrine and still react to its imagery, its stories, the childhood acoustics of the dark. Ghosts here read less like literal apparitions than like the afterlife of belief itself: lingering residues of religion, folklore, and collective memory that keep producing sensations even when the metaphysics has been rejected.
Context matters. Bjornson writes in a Northern Europe saturated with Lutheran sobriety and romantic nationalism, where peasants' tales, churchyard dread, and the newly respectable language of psychology overlap. The line anticipates a modern insight: emotions are not arguments. Fear doesn't ask permission from your worldview. That makes the sentence quietly political, too. Nations and movements like to imagine they are driven by principles; Bjornson reminds us they're also steered by inherited terrors - the ghosts we publicly deny and privately obey.
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