I think the individual tragedy of every death that happens hitting you would be a tornado that ripped you from your sanity and sent your soaring. Some say that’s what happened to God. But we’re not gods, we’re small people with small lives, and it’s easy to connect the death of a dolphin by gunfire to the death of the world by overconsumption, even if only metaphorically. It’s a tragedy because of everything that it is, not because of the one cute dolphin. Although that is also sad.