What are you thankful for?

I described a comic strip that went something like this:
What are you thankful for?
This moment.
And what else are you thankful for?
This moment.
Daddy commented to me that he is thankful for THIS moment, and delighted in the synchronicity of it all. And suddenly, I "get" synchronicity. When two things happen at the same time (just this past Shabbat, two Staszow families coincidentally decided to buy ice cream cones at Zevulun Beach, the Flora Wolbromskis and us. Think about it. Two sons go their separate, brave ways, to two far continents. The grandchildren of Volv grow up in Canada, the grandchildren of Shimon grow up in Uruguay, don't meet for two generations, and they find themselves buying ice cream cones on the same beach. Beno and I were purely there because we went to the wrong beach, trying to meet our friends - we later went to the right beach. But the ice cream synchronicity was delicious (double-decker cone of pistachio and toasted coconut)). And I suddenly understand why we delight in these synchronicities: they are glimpses at what I'm calling tiny infinity, the very thought I'm trying to express these days, that infinity is not a vast expanse but a tiny, an infinitely tiny, still point. When we both actually stand at the same spot with the same flavour of ice cream at Zevulun Beach, we take a lick of that primal single still point. And it's yummy.