I've been a UI designer for the better part of a decade. Spent most of that time inside big tech, building interfaces that were ultimately in service of engagement metrics, dark patterns, and quarterly earnings. I got good at the craft, but somewhere along the way the craft stopped feeling like it belonged to me. The language of design, the way I thought about affordances, interactions, the relationship between a person and a system, all of it had been lobotomized by corporate culture. I didn't even notice how deep it went until I started pulling at the threads. Liber Indigo gave me new threads to pull.
What Kirkwood does here is genuinely rare: he takes the vocabulary of interface design and industrial design, terminology I've lived inside professionally for years, and re-situates it within a framework of metaphysics, mysticism, and meaning. Affordances stop being about button states and become about how consciousness itself interfaces with reality. It reminded me that the concepts I work with daily, interaction, feedback, signal, noise, perception, these didn't originate in Figma or Adobe. They are ancient. They belong to something much larger than software interface design.
The best part about this book is that this isn't a self-help book. It is not going to tell you to quit your job and follow your bliss. It is weirder and more rewarding than that. It pulls from Jung, Gnostic traditions, Newton, Huxley, Turing, and stitches them together into something that feels less like an argument and more like a prism you can hold up and look through. The book affirms the way creative people actually think: associatively, in spirals, not in a straight line toward a thesis statement.
If you work in design or tech and feel like your sense of wonder has been quietly hollowed out by years of sprints and stakeholder reviews, read this book. It will give you back a sense that the way you see the world is worth something beyond its market value.