So look, I know I'm anthropomorphizing a bit here, and that nature's inscrutable cycles appear cruel to us, but I'm pretty sick of that particular pose of "rational" young men who, Vulcan-like, accuse the rest of us of projecting our emotions into the animal kingdom, as if that's some kind of weakness. Well fuck you. Of course I'm going to anthropomorphize the world around me, I'M A HUMAN BEING. I like my weak human feelings; I like my intense gut reaction to the death of a creature that symbolizes to me a certain category of wild and natural beauty; I need to feel sad at the loss of intelligent life, and let those emotions catalyze a deeper awareness of my existence in the universe. In fact, I feel bad for your impoverished view of the world, your materialist reductionism (which, in many ways, is even more anthrocentric than my "all animals have voices" inclinations). And so I mourn this dolphin.
TAKE THAT, STRAW MAN!!!