The Eye Inside the “I”

I won’t write a treatise on architecture — that’s not my field [not that I truly have one]. But “Il Pantheon di Agrippa” is, to me, the epitome of architectural art. Every stone, every line, every gram of mortar carries meaning.

Like a Gothic cathedral, the temple is a book. A ritual.A voice.A place where Roman gods and the Christian God coexist, and where the oculus — The Eye — becomes a double mirror: God looking at man, and man daring to look back.

panteojón rem, 2023

When you learn the building’s proportions and the year it was built [27 BC — another symbol], it’s impossible not to feel something. Unless you’re simply untouched by what you’re living, and that’s fine; no one is obliged to care.

But the first time you step inside, the truth hits you: the inner void is overwhelming, a revelation nobody warns you about. It is the space within the space, the moment when you become inhabited by the building.

No columns, no partitions, no distractions. Just one dimension: the sacred contemplation of eternity.

The Eye Inside the “I”