β Whenever they took a break, the five of them gathered to talk. They got to know each other better, sharing their ideas and opening up about their dreams as well as their problems. A unique sense of harmony developed between them - each one needed the other four and, in turn, shared the sense that they too were needed. The whole convergence was like a lucky but entirely accidental chemical fusion, something that could only happen once. You may gather the same materials and make identical preparations, but you would never be able to duplicate the result.
They genuinely loved it when all five of them got together as a group. Like an equilateral pentagon, where all sides are the same length, their groupβs formation had to be composed of five people exactlyβany more or any less wouldnβt do. They believed that this was true. βΒ
- Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
