Wren vs Michelangelo: Whose Dome Would Outlast Rome?

After the Great Fire, I raised St Paul's from ash in thirty-five years and hid three domes in one - the outer for the skyline, the inner for the eye, a brick cone between to hold them up.

Clever plumbing, Sir Christopher, but I gave Rome a dome without a hidden crutch - double-shelled, ribbed, and springing straight from Brunelleschi's shadow toward heaven.

And you left it half-built at your death, arguing with popes over money; I signed my own cathedral 'if you seek his monument, look around you.'

You wrote your epitaph on a floor - I carved mine into the sky where every soul in Rome must lift their eyes to find it.