The face, even the slanted brown eyes, revealed nothing but eternal calm.

His face had no expression, just an eternal calm that hid wells deeper than Remo's reasoning.

"I don't suppose that eternal calm of yours will ever show a wrinkle on the surface, but let's have a look, anyway."

An eternal searing black calm.

He only regarded me with his eternal calm.

The rest of the planet was an eternal searing black calm, useless for any purpose.

The ocean was rough and beautiful, ephemeral turbulence on the surface belying the eternal calm below.

An eternal searing black calm, hot as a kiln, under an atmosphere thick enough to keep any light or any breath of wind from ever reaching the surface.

In their eternal calm, he finds himself.

And the blue sky in which the private earth is buried, the sky with its eternal calm, and full of everlasting orbs, is the type of Reason.