When the terrorist blew up Israel, the Jew moved out and took up residence in the esthetosphere. "What an idiot!" said the terrorist, "There is no such thing as the esthetosphere!"
"Are you sure?" said the Jew.
"Duh!" said the terrorist.
"Good," said the Jew, "So maybe you won't blow it up."
The Jew has been seen lately on street corners making pictures from bright palettes of Godliness. Passersby toss him nickels. They look like well-dressed lawyers, but they are really angels with their wings folded up under their overcoats.