Spamassassin not parsing info to exim

[Beldin <lj...@mweb.co.za>]

We are running exim-4.77 on our mx layer and SpamAssassin Server version
3.3.2
on another layer. All exim services connect to spamd on the spam layer via a
load balancer. 

We started receiving the following spam message - see below and then we got
the following errors in the exim panic.log which we could directly associate
with these mails. 

Apr 18 16:03:00 XXXXXX exim[85379]: 2012-04-18 16:03:00 1SKVTH-000MD5-Fy
spam
acl condition: error reading from spamd socket: Connection reset by peer
Apr 18 16:03:00 XXXXXX exim[85379]: 2012-04-18 16:03:00 1SKVTH-000MD5-Fy
spam
acl condition: error reading from spamd socket: Connection reset by peer  

Exim will send the mail off to spamd(783) who will score it and add headers.
If
the score is higher than 8.2 as per Spammassassin, exim uses that response
to
set the following variable(acl_m_spam) to spam. Later on it the router
section
in exim we use that variable to drop/pass the mail.
Now it does add headers to the exim mail as below, but exim does not receive
a
score it can use and there is nothing in the spam-assassin logs to indicate
that it dealt with that mail at all. All there is, is the headers in the
mail,
the panic log entries and the mail that is now being delivered when it
should
be dropped as spam.

Apr 18 16:03:00 XXXXXX exim[85379]: 2012-04-18 16:03:00 1SKVTH-000MD5-Fy
ANTISPAM: EF=<ad...@XXXXXX.com> SF=' "*Credit-Rating-"
<ad...@XXXXX.com> ' RT=<XX...@XXXXX.co.za> SH=65.111.175.57
SPAM_SCORE=9.8
REPORT=BAYES_00=-1.9,DCC_CHECK=6,HELO_MISMATCH_COM=0.553,RCVD_IN_PSBL=2.7,RDNS_NONE=0.793,URIBL_DBL_SPAM=1.7

It would appear that the large message body size is causing Spamd to either
crash or to time-out as indicated in the panic log so that it does not parse
the complete info to exim for use. So message headers are added and received
but not the rest of the info.

MESSAGE
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The sound of my own voice resonates inside my consciousness in a way that
helps me to
determine that I am alive.  It is not as if i really need proof of this
fact, but the
condition of my humanity and the experience of where and how I live my life
within the
context of the larger or the greater universe have always given me a a sense
that though I
know that I am here, I can not help but to wonder if there is also a there.
As I move internally towards the voices that i hear inside my head, and they
do
differentiate from the sounds that i hear outside of methe cars, the
alarms, the noisy
hum of the refrigerator, even the slight annoying hum of a light bulb all
remind me that
there is a world that exist outside of the inside of my consciousness.
But, it is the internal voices that really give me the direction that i need
to search for
the other place that is the not me.  The existence of a spiritual life above
and beyond my
soul or myself is only slightly visible from the perspective of myself.  It
is there
enough so that generations of ancestors have searched among the primordial
oozes looking
for proof that an existence beyond my human existence lives someplace and
that I probably
exist within that larger context that is beyond my own consciousness.
As I wander though the internal world that I call my life, I am aware of a
deep connection
to things that make up my world.  I am aware of the blue sky and the milky
while sky and
the turbulent dark grey sky of a stormy day.  I am aware that my
consciousness only
stretches out so far before i can not longer see the horizon.  I am aware
that life has a
deeper and a more substantial meaning, but it escapes me when I try to touch
this more
meaningful meaning to life.
I grow to understand that my egoic self is a small corner of the wider
consciousness that
it lives within; but I also become aware that even my wider consciousness
exist in an even
wider consciousness; and that there may be universes within the ever
expanding universe
that I have come to know through the art of science.  Here I am willing to
acknowledge
that there is a power greater than me and suddenly I begin to wonder if
there is power
greater than the power that is greater than me.  How many magnifications of
consciousness
are out there beyond my grasp.
I love the story about the mouse and mathematics.  Noam Chomsky tells it in
one of his
many books.  To the ordinary house mouse the idea that mathematics exist is
so far beyond
its capacity to comprehend that we immediately get that there is no way to
train or teach
a mouse that mathematics exist.  Yet I know that even though the mouse does
not get it, in
my world which is essentially the same universe that the mouse lives in,
mathematics does,
indeed, exist.  So what stops me from thinking that there may be concepts
out there that
exist in my universe that are beyond my ability to comprehend in the same
way that the
mouse can never get mathematics, might there be a consciousness that is out
there in my
world that is beyond my ability to comprehend.
We have been involved with the study of human consciousness long enough to
understand that
we once believed that the sun revolved around the earth and that it was flat
and not
round; and there was a period in time before Caravaggio when light could not
be painted
onto a canvas.  There was a time not so long ago that people could be
slaughtered and
tortured for believing in anything less that a literal interpretation of the
Bible.  There
was a period in time, not so many years ago when 99% of the people had no
capacity for
reading language and perhaps only some 10,000 years ago when language was
even invented as
a way to communicate from one human to another.
When we look back at the passage of time, we are but a speck in the
cosmology of
existence.  The entire human race is merely a speck in the evolution of the
planets
multi-billion year history.  The idea of time itself is nothing more than a
relatively
recent commodity. So, when we begin to be interested in our own history, I
mean in the
history of our individual being, we are tampering with such a speck of
matter and time
that our insignificance is daunting.  This does not mean however, that we
ought not be
interested in what our internal world has to tell us.  For all we know our
internal
history may have a longitudinal quality to it that rivals the longitudinal
history of the
universe outside of ourselves.
As we look internally for answers to questions that have plagued man
forever, we begin to
get a glimpse of the fact that we really do not know all that we know. 
There are very few
facts that stand up to the eventual test of science.  The sleep of the world
is being
perpetually awakened by mysterious stirrings within our consciousness that
prompt us to
investigate facts that turn into legend or myth when they are placed under
the microscope.
The microscope and the telescope each have there limitations, neither go far
enough or
come close enough to satisfy once and for all any of our mysteries.  We
simply do not have
the width and breadth of consciousness necessary to even ask the right
questions. 
Therefore, like the mouse and mathematics we can not begin to understand the
mysteries
that are so far beyond the capacity of any scope that we have to remain
tethered to the
few threads that we have that imply we know very little about the universes
inside or
outside of us.
Christian monasteries and Muslim and Jewish temples and Buddhist teachings
all come to a
very ineffective conclusion about what we need to know in order to live out
our speck of
time and history.  There is a wish among we humans that something will
become an answer,
but each answer only opens new doors to be examined and leads us each time
to more and
more spaciousness both inside our minds and outside of the walls of human
consciousness.
Given the vastness of eternity and the speck that we are within that vast
eternity what
can we realistically expect from life?  Are there ways to position our
thoughts so that we
can be somewhat more accurate about scoping out the extremities of both the
internal and
the external worlds that we have come to understand thus far in the
evolution of the human
condition?
I like to think that there are ways of living life that are more useful than
others.  I am
not talking about being of use to the planet like a scientist might be when
discovering
that certain carbon emissions are ruining the ozone layer, or even useful in
such a way as
to construct a philosophy or a religion that assists us in not murdering
each other as we
aim for the last few drops of water or oil that we are squeezing from the
shale beneath
the surface of the earth.  These of course have there place and their
usefulness, but
neither science nor art will give us the answer that most of us are looking
for.
So, what are we looking for?  Sometimes i think that we are always only
looking for God. 
Perhaps this notion of God is the furthest most point in our consciousness
that includes
the extremities of what we know about and also include the reach just beyond
these
extremities to that next thing which we do not even know exist yet.  The
idea of God may
well be the most exciting creation that man has discovered to date.  God may
well be the
mathematics to the mouse.  All the mysteries, all that we do not understand,
including all
that we do not even know we do not knowthe convenient Word for all of this
may well be
the wordGod.
In the beginning there was the word.  I think that that is where it started.
And to the current limited resources that we have, it well may be the very
extent to which
we can go.  Are we really only just searching for the unknown, the ever
expanding unknown.
Do we always place ourselves at the furthest most point of our individual
existence and
look out or in from that perspective and wonder.  Wonderment is a delightful
experience. 
When we see it in a child or a puppy or any young creature, we watch with
amazement as it
learns in front of us to solve the problem of walking or standing or
talking.  We see an
eagerness that includes a kind of vitality that we love to watch.  Creation
of any kind
brings about a joy in life that allows us to stand as tall as we are able to
and to say to
the universe, look at me, see spot run, see spot go! The very elementary
aspects of
learning are the vital signs of life searching for life.  The enthusiasm
with which we see
spot run is the same enthusiasm that created the wheel as well as the atomic
bomb.  As we
mix the elements of life together, i  believe that coming to terms with the
authentic
self, the wandering, floundering self is the greatest meaning that we can
give to life. 
Be it spent in a monastery or a prison, the search for who am I is the same
search as who
is god.  The scoping out of who I am bring me closer to the mysteries, the
all that is
unknown, the great void that exists just outside the reach of my
consciousness.  And that
is all that is ever really expected of a human life.  As Henry James put it,
the rest is
the madness of Art.
Awakening:
The awakening is never encouraged by simplicity, or by serenity.  The
awakening is the
result of a fall.  The awakening comes about on the heals of genuine
sadness, awful pain,
terrible news or some natural calamity that occurs just because that is the
nature on life
on earth.  The patients who I work with never come in to see me because they
have a great
life and want to make it better, they come in to see me at the time of a
desperate
consequence, a death, a suicide, a murder, or an illness of a child or the
end of a love
affair, the end of a relationship.  People seem to do very well when they
are doing well.
They are capable of marching to the same marching orders that they received
years ago as
long as nothing interrupts the tempo that they have grown accustomed to.
It is an encounter with darkness that either brings about an awakening or
further casts
that person into a deep well of depression.  Depression is the result of an
encounter with
life that has grown sour.  Depression occurs when a terrible thing has
happened and the
person find himself unable to cope with the terrible thing.  Depression is
never caused by
the terrible thing, it is caused by not coping with the terrible thing. 
There are
countless books and countless television shows that delineate the process of
depression. 
What i am interested in, in this this essay, is not the fall from which a
person does not
get up, but the fall that produces within the person an awakening to the
internal life
that might have been previously ignored because thing were just going too
well.
When I was first starting my analysis, i remember telling my analyst that I
had a good
childhood.  I was brought up in a poor family but it it was a family that
had good values
and deep pockets when it came to compassion.  I always had what I needed and
many of the
things that i simply wanted, like a shiny new English bike with skinny tires
and three
speeds and a leather seat.  My analyst responded with something that i
thought at the time
was very strange, he said,  I feel sorry for you. It will be more difficult
for you to
undergo this analysis because you will resist knowing your darker nature.
It turns out he
was right.  My love affair with my good grandmother and my hard working
parents made it
nearly impossible to understand suffering.  As the years went on and my
losses, my
inevitable losses, began to accumulate, I found I had little coping skills
for even the
slightest inconveniences in life.  Still today I rage at the dying of the
light.  I still
want the life that I had when my child like naivety protected me from all
that was bad and
evil in the world.
I sprang forth into adult hood with a vengeance and an arrogance that had me
believing in
my rage as a sword of justice.  I took it upon myself to discover the
slightest injustices
and went after those wrongs in people as if I was spider man himself with
the joker in his
sights.  My introduction to loss and life was met with a crusader like
passion.  I
believed in my righteousness and my righteousness gave way to a grandiosity
and an
arrogance that nearly cost me my life and in the process broke the spirits
of people near
me that I loved.
My awakening was not easy on me, but it was cruel on others around me.  I
fought my
awakening with christian like vengeance.  It was only the extreme sorrow of
seeing the
pain on the faces of people that I loved that eventually helped me to crawl
up from the
depth of the pit that had swallowed up my soul.
As we wander through this life amid a series of good fortunes and horrible
luck we are
struck by the passion that a fall has on our consciousness.  So mush
stronger is the
influence of pain on our motivation than the influence of pleasure.  As we
careen though
life sometimes hurting sometimes loving, the real sense of who we are comes
more into
focus as we discover that we have an inner eye that has the capacity to
watch the
machinations of the ego.  When it finally occurs to us that not only are we
capable of
doing something, but we are capable of watching ourselves do something, and
are capable at
that same time to cast a judgement on that action; only then do we begin to
understand the
deeper influences of the instincts, those ancestral callings from the wilds
of our inner
workings.  It may be a collective consciousness or it may be a collection of
historic
facts and events that accumulate to an awakening of sorts; but what ever it
is, it is the
most powerful experience we can have.  Pain so great that we think we can
not bear itthat
is the ancient call of the wild that finally beckons us to resolve our
conflict.
Individuating:
Much has been written about the usefulness of the persona, the egoic self;
and of course,
we can not grow up without an ego guiding us and collecting information that
we need to
have to defend ourselves in a world that can be hostile to our lives.  But
in the same way
that we eventually grow up to distance ourselves from our parents, and we
begin to have
thoughts of our own about how we want to proceed in life, we also need to
begin the final
phase of individuation by distancing ourselves from our own egoic personas.
The move away from taking commands from the ego and following the rules and
the
regulations adopted by the growing ego, is the final stage in awakening to
the wider
consciousness that has us connecting with the more cosmic elements of being
alive and
being human.  This is the only way to the divine.  That we can have an
individual
relationship with the cosmic greatness and that we do not need an
intermediary to guide us
is a true religion.  The spiritual well-being of our souls can not be
discovered by
tweaking the ego further.  Our soul is simply not our self.
A question that arises as we talk about this egoic drive and the default
position of the
ego has to do with the how of this mechanism.  How do we move our ego
aside sufficiently
so that we are not eclipsing the deeper and the wider instincts of our
consciousness?  How
do we take something as intangible as our own ego and move it aside?  First
we need to
acknowledge that the concept of the ego is a bit like the concept of time. 
We have
invented it as a way to segment something that is otherwise too amorphous to
comprehend
(something the mouse has not yet learned).  Time only exist as a convenient
way for us to
allocate our attention in a orderly way.  In actuality time is a purely
abstract condition
that works for the purpose it was designed, but is not in fact a reality of
the physical
world.  The ego works in a similar manner.  When Freud assigned the word
ego to the
concepts that he was working with, he did so in order to segment different
aspects of the
psychic apparatus so that we could talk about the processes that interplay
in a dynamic
fashion inside of our heads.  In fact there is no more reality to the ego
than there is to
time.
Given this fact it feels somewhat strange to begin talking about moving it
around when it
fact there is no it to move.  Yet, however insufficient the arbitrary
concept is, it
does allow us to assign words to certain functions that we subjectively know
are taking
place within our consciousness.  It is clear to all humans that words are
being used
internally to communicate with ourselves as surely as words are being used
to communicate
with another person or another organism.  The word order, the rules that are
constructed
entirely out of words exist inside of our minds and give us commands and
remind us of
things and circulate internally in such a way that we can be creative and
come up with
brand new sets of words  constructructions into phrases that have probably
never been
used before.  If I say that colorless green ideas sleep furiously, you know
that I am
speaking a phrase that is grammatically correct, but the words create an
entirely
non-sensecical sequence.  Then mean nothing.  But inside my head if I say
the words,
shut-up, dont say anything, you are only going to get yourself in trouble
if you say
that out loud, you instantly understand under what conditions those words
might be spoken
to ones self.
So, who is speaking to whom?
I have the linguistic capacity to speak words to myself.  I can convince
myself to do
something or to not do something.  I can do this because I have the internal
capacity to
speak to myself in much the same way that I might try to speak to another
person.  But,
when we stop to think of this process we are left with a quizzical inquiry. 
Who is
speaking to whom and what is the purpose of language when It is contained
narcissistically
within the confines of our own head?  In the practice of psychoanalysis it
is a common
theme to assume that all conflict originates from a conflict within.  When
we begin to
look at the ambivalent ways in which we can be of two minds about something
we are closer
to understanding that we possess a very active divided mind and we might
even be able to
make use of some of the early Freudian concepts like the ego and the id.  We
can assign
one side of the conflict (say something) to the ego and we can assign the
other side of
the conflict (dont say anything) to the id.  We are essentially making use
of the duality
of our opinion and internally tossing around the pros and cons of what
position we will
take.
The importance here of recognizing this duality lies in the fact that the
duality
represents two arenas of the brain that have two distinct modes of operation
and two
distinct purposes.  The relatively newer part of the brain, the ego, has
been commissioned
to defend and protect the persona.  In other words the defenses of the ego
are there to
protect the integrity of the ego.  The id or the more instinctual self is an
older part of
the brain and it is commissioned to operate essentially out of the drives
basic to
survival of not only the individual but the specie as well.  So the ego has
a place in
society as an arbiter of good will, but the instinct has the nose for
sniffing out
potential danger much greater to the organism that simply maintaining social
accord.
Our inner workings establish themselves in compartmentalized or segmented
fashions. We can
not really claim that one of these operations is better or more needed that
the other, the
lungs are more or less important than the heart.  Both organs have there
duties in the
autonomic functions of the
organism.   Having said this, I want to aim our discussion in a specific
direction.  I want to talk about the ego as not only indispensable, but as a
condition of
being human that has so taken over the sense of self that it is frequently
no longer
possible for people to be able to talk about their souls.  I can go a step
further and add
that if we like to we can begin to use the word heart and the word soul
interchangeably. 
I think it is more than a simple metaphor when we say to someone, I know
this in my
heart. When we refer to something being heartfelt or when we cry that our
heart aches we
are speaking of an element of us that is not the same as the persona of the
ego.
Individuation from the ego does not lead us to a simple void.  Individuation
from the ego
brings us closer to soulful and heartfelt conditions that are not assessable
by the ego
alone.  This spiritual condition has never really been the purview of
psychoanalysis or
psychotherapy, but what if it were?
What if the end of an analysis were to bring about an end to the reign of
the ego and
usher in a new marshall.  There may never be an end to the ego, but it might
lose its
weighty influence on us when we start to understand the awakenings that
heartfelt sympathy
can have.  Sorrows and regrets are as much a part of life as joys and
concerns.  When I
hear someone say they have no regret, I think to myself this person has not
yet awakened
to the full impact of his or her soul.  Regrets and sorrows reign sovereign
in the person
who has awakened to the wider consciousness that the ego sit in.
Joys and sorrows are soul felt, heart felt aspects of us.  They are more
than an emotion
running through as a response to an event.  Joys and sorrows are a
cornerstone to the
human condition.  Something or someone can make me happy or even make me
ill, but only my
direct contact with my soul, my heart,  can make me feel a deep joy or a
deep sorrow.  The
ego in its marshaling commanding way of defending against the world does not
permit
intensity.  Intensity in the ego is manic or depressed.  Intensity of the
soul is a
fullness that can only be experienced from within the deeper structures of
our being.  The
conflict that arises within, and all conflict is really within, comes from
the persona
arguing with the heart.  Conflict occurs when we react rather than recall.
I have grown to love and honor my regrets as the word of God.  My regrets
are absorbed
from a place that gives guidance.  Guidance like we receive from a friend,
from a
therapist, a priest or a minister is often guided by the deeper principle
that have
created a joy or a sorrow.  We would like to turn away from these massive
opportunities,
but when we do we are left with insufficient answers.  We are left feeling
shallow, or un
finished when we have not delved into the abyss that feels like a void to
search in the
darkness for that ember of light that only glows from within.  That glow of
light is God,
it is my soul, my heartfelt compassion for not only others but for myself. 
When we find
that location we know that we have arrived at a truth, at a revelation that
comes from an
accumulated consciousness that is greater than the knowledge we possess by
the simple
workings of the mind.
We push at the very envelope of time, we are at the most extreme end of our
consciousness
when we allow for these deeper instinct to emerge from the primordial ooze. 
This is the
journey that gives light to the darkness within.
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Re: Spamassassin not parsing info to exim

["Kevin A. McGrail" <KM...@PCCC.com>]

What are your timeouts?

What are your spamd parameters?

What happens if you manually check the email from the command-line?

Have you increased your logging or do you have any spamd logging?

Regards,
KAM