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Danger and High-Stakes in the Wild Kingdom

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Bono is out at the bottom of the heart-shaped stage as the Edge creeps up, weilding an electric guitar that screams out: at onlookers, at the darkness, at Bono. As they position along the narrow walkway, the lyrics are laid out before us.
Haven`t seen you in quite a while
I was down the hold, just passing time
Last time we met it was a low-lit room
We were as close together as bride and groom
We ate the food, we drank the wine
Everybody having a good time
Except you
You were talking about the end of the world


I took the money, I spiked your drink
You miss too much these days if you stop to think
You led me on with those innocent eyes
And you know I love the element of surprise
In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart
You, you were acting like it was the end of the world
A song for Jesus, Bono tells us. Sung as if he were Judas himself. One of the chosen, a betrayer, unsure about the intentions of the Son of God.
In my dream I was drowning my sorrows
But my sorrows they learned to swim
Surrounding me, going down on me
Spilling over the brim
In waves of regret, waves of joy
I reached out for the one I tried to destroy
You, you said you`d wait until the end of the world
And now, the Edge moves closer to the pinnacle of the heart walkway, trapping Bono. More menacingly now, the rhythm growing more intense and sure. Bono puts his fingers up to his head, like a bull, moving to charge the Edge. Confident, the Edge continues to gain ground, coming closer to our singer, whose actions are becoming more agitated, more violent. Back off, get the hell away, he is saying. I will attack you if you come just an inch closer to me.

Bono falls on his back, the beginning of his defeat. Bono is now at the Edge's feet, and the guitar has not stopped. Up comes Bono's right boot, and it strikes the Edge's guitar, just over the pickups. It is meant as an attack, but a chord is played - the Edge's left hand maintains the strings. A second strike from Bono's foot, in time with the music, hits another jarring, perfect chord. We look and see Bono's boot says "SOUL" underneath it in white letters. The Edge is wearing a pure red shirt with a large number seven. Two more kicks, rubber boot meeting guitar strings, and then a hand. Bono is pushing the guitar strings with his wireless microphone, causing an eruption of violence, noise; the horrible chord hangs for just a moment, and then the struggle is over. Bono is down.

I am watching, alone in my living room. The U2 concert continues on our television box, but I am still turning over the metaphysical bullfight. In my heart, some kind of levers have been pulled, and I recognize the fight played out by the two musicians. That struggle looks familiar, because it is the one I have with Jesus. We fight like that all the time.

Stay the hell away from me. Don't come one step closer, I mean it. Jesus is moving in closer, confident. I am desperate now. I will kick you, I mean it. I strike out - foot, hand, foot, all my strength - it doesn't matter what I do, Jesus your will is done, you play your music, regardless of what I do, you gain ground, you play the chords in time. Jesus, he pounces and I am down.

It has been said that lions attack their prey like no other animal. The lion leaps into the air, committed to a target, lands on top of the prey, its mighty forearms embracing the animal, folding the animal into itself. The lion and the prey become one in a graceful, swift, intentional motion.

They say the lion is God.

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