There seems to be a central premise missing here that what is beautiful or essential can never trully exist or be seen to paraphrase another of St. Exupery's quotes in the book. This could be used to celebrate the iterative nature of design as you have done above but perhaps also the futility (or illusion) of timelessness in design.

That which is essential can only be felt, not made, this especially applies to that which is designed (especially for a client) the second it is given form, it is no longer quite as beautiful. In many ways UX design is like the rose farms he finds on Earth, all so similar to his rose on his planet, so much so that they are nearly indistiguishable. What differentiates his rose from the others isn't that it was given to him, or drawn for him, or that he was given a drawing of a vase saying the flower he loved was in it, but that that rose had serendipitously (without any grand design) appeared on his planet, in his reality.

Sorry for the rant but seeing this very light post has a 100+ claps it seemed important to call this out. I'm glad you enjoyed the book, but please do justice to the author's work. And please don't make click-bate-y content out of it, it's a demoralizing appropriation of a beautiful fable.