Why Rope?

I did some rope today. It was fun.

Rope is always so much fun.
But I still don’t really understand why. I keep tying without fully understanding it.

When the person being tied gets excited, that excites me too.
And when I get excited, that in turn excites them.

I think there is definitely a kind of loop there.

But then, why does rope need to be part of it?

We could simply touch each other, or use words. Instead, for some reason, we place rope between us and relate to each other through it.
And somehow, that excites us.

We seem to have this strange preference for experiencing each other through rope.

I still don’t really understand it.

And I keep tying anyway.