Language (n.) is 'flat' like a city. 'Philosophical language' is not a tower looking over the city, it is just a part of the city. It doesn't need a meta-language because language can take care of itself, there can be no taking care of it.
Language (n.) is in perfect working order. It hides nothing.
Language (n.) is intended to mirror reality.
Language (n.) is like baggy clothing, something that obscures its underlying structure.
Language's (n.) limits are the limits of my world.
Language's (n.) limits are, ipso facto, the limits of the mind. All we can know is what we have words for.
Language (n.) is defining of reality — The limits of my language mean the limits of my world.