"The limits of my language mean the limits of my world." — Ludwig WittgensteinIn the quiet hours before dawn, I found myself staring at an interface specification document. It was not poorly written; on the contrary, it was rigorous, comprehensive, and its field names were crystal clear—like a machine that had been calibrated to perfection. Yet, precisely because of this clarity, it felt cold. Cold as winter metal.This observation struck me with sudden force: For decades, we have built software by stripping language of its warmth, reducing...