I had a dream that the devil decided the fate of each age, through the choices he made. Thing was, he died at the end of each age, but at the beginning of each, one would rise to take the devils place. But at the sixth age, the devil that rose, finally made a righteous choice, his choice was to end the cycle of ages, so that there would be a pure Heaven age for eternity. But at the cost of his own life. You see, I walked through the ages in that dream. And I noticed that each was different, from the first to the ongoing. But as the saying goes, history repeats itself. Same characters different dramas. But the devil saught to end the cycle. So history no longer repeats itself. Rather history becomes history. And bliss becomes forever.